The water of macritchie shimmers in the morning light
an expanse of glimmering blue, a majestic sight
a shining mirror to be shattered by hundreds of curved blades
lightning slashes cutting deep, drawing blood of blinding shades

This July, we juniors bid our courageous seniors goodbye
as they complete their last journey, on water they fly
a year's effort of passion and zest, of power and will
culminated in mere minutes of heart pounding thrill

Humans trained to monsters, in many brow-bent noons
Flesh whipped into sinew, mutations into baboons
their blood and tears will pay off they reckon, this year
and as a junior, such spirit, i am forced to revere...

Goodluck God bless my strong willed seniors
i really hope you do thrash your peers
After all, the pain i have seen you gone through
my well wishes and support, its the least i can do

Raffles Row, 2 oo & beyond =))