THE roar of the mighty dragon strikes fear into enemies’ hearts,

As our lungs draw breath ready for our passionate hearts to sing,

The cold terror in our enemies’ eyes,

As they stand against 15 warriors all in red.

The crowd spur the warriors on,

The battlefield a harsh terrain,

Blood will spill like cherry raindrops,

Yet we will always stand tall and proud.

We will fight till our last breath,

For us these are not just games,

Rugby is in our hearts,

And is the blood in our veins.

Even if the odds are against us,

You will never cease the dragon’s roar, for today and evermore,

We will remain Cymru am byth.

Liam Hemmings

Brockhill Way

Penarth