Fists of Fury
Reflection
In the ring, two warriors stand tall,
Their fists locked, a moment's pause before the fall.
The crowd holds its breath, a silent cheer,
As these two titans prepare to bring their fear.
The air is thick with tension, heavy with the weight,
Of dreams and losses, of triumphs and defeats to await.
Their eyes, ablaze with determination's fire,
Reflect the struggle that their souls conspire.
In this clash of strength, of will and might,
Only one shall stand, bathed in the golden light.
The other shall fall, to rise no more,
Until the next bout, when he shall face the score.
Yet, in defeat, a lesson lies in store,
To rise again, to fight once more.
For in the ring, not just fists collide,
But hearts, that beat with courage, side by side.