He took his time
Starting out slow
Making the world wait
Match after match...
To behold,
Excruciating agony
Closer always,
But never too close
The chasm always yawning...
A transition unfolded then
Making the world pause
With bated breadth
Time stood still
In that one victory
Past left far behind,
Present glittering and glorified
Future, his alone to conquer
Nought to weigh him down
Rising to ascendency
The Scot’s creating history...
