I made up this poem when I heard the meaning of this word from a friend!
Testosterone building mind racing,
Eyes flitting with what he is facing,
Such a contrast to the calm air,
He must be alone to roam in his lair,
Inner turmoil of what he has done,
His path to doom cunningly spun,
But what should he care his prize in sight,
His chest all of a sudden tight,
A cloak of fear encloses him,
It drapes him limb by limb.