Silent Confrontation

In the ring, two warriors stand tall, Their shadows cast, a silent call. The crowd holds its breath, a collective hush, As they face off, their wills to rush. The lights above, a dramatic glow, Highlighting tension, as they prepare to go. Their eyes locked, a fierce stare, A test of strength, a challenge to share. The air is thick, with anticipation high, As they circle, their movements dry. The ropes around, a boundary clear, A stage for battle, their wills to hear. In this moment, they are as one, Two fighters, their hearts beating as one. Their sweat and toil, a story told, Of trials faced, and victories to hold.