Fists of Fury
Reflection
In the ring, a warrior stands tall,
His fists clenched, ready for it all.
Sweat and dust, a potent mix,
As he faces the challenge, his spirit fixed.
The crowd roars on, a deafening sound,
As he charges forward, his will unbound.
With every punch, a story's told,
Of trials faced, of battles old.
His eyes ablaze, with a fierce inner fire,
He fights not just with strength, but with heart's desire.
In this moment, he is free,
A force of nature, wild and carefree.
The dust around him, a testament to his might,
As he battles on, through the dark of night.
His fists, a symbol of his unyielding will,
A promise to himself, to stand still.
In the face of adversity, he finds his strength,
And emerges victorious, at length.