Fistful of Dreams
Reflection
In the ring where shadows dance, two souls entwine,
A clash of wills, a symphony of pain.
Muscles tense, hearts pounding, the crowd's breath held,
A dance of courage, where every move is willed.
The ropes encircle a world of grit and grace,
Where every punch is a story, a face.
Two fighters, one in white, one in black,
Their spirits collide, a timeless act.
The referee stands, a silent sentinel,
Guarding the rules, yet feeling the thrill.
The crowd roars, a sea of anticipation,
Each moment a testament to human passion.
This is not just a fight, but a journey of self,
A test of strength, a path to the shelf.
Where dreams are forged, and legends are born,
In the ring, where the soul is reborn.
For in every blow, in every stance,
Lies the essence of human defiance.
A testament to the will to rise,
To conquer fear, to defy the skies.
So here, in this sacred space of steel,
Two warriors meet, their destinies reveal.
A tale of resilience, a story untold,
In the ring, where dreams are made of gold.