A game of darts

A game of darts, a quiet thrill,

With steady hand and focused will.

Three darts to throw, a chance to score,

Each aimed with care, each seeking more.

The board is set, the numbers shine,

From one to twenty, all in line.

The bullseye calls, a perfect prize,

A flash of red in eager eyes.

A single toss, the dart takes flight,

A spin, a twist, it finds its height.

It strikes the board, the point so true,

The numbers rise, the points accrue.

A double, a triple, the strategy clear,

With each precise throw, the end draws near.

The clock ticks on, the tension grows,

The game’s not over, who knows where it goes?

One last dart, a final stand,

To hit the mark with steady hand.

The crowd holds breath, the moment’s near—

A bullseye hit, the victory clear.

The game of darts, a dance of skill,

Where luck and mastery both fulfill.

With every throw, a dream takes flight,

In the heart of the game, the thrill ignites.