Shadow Warrior
Reflection
In the dimly lit ring, a figure stands tall,
A warrior poised, with shadows on his wall.
His eyes, a piercing gaze, a story untold,
A fighter's spirit, with a heart of gold.
The gloves, a symbol of his craft and might,
Protect his hands, as he faces the fight.
The tattoos on his arm, a map of his past,
A journey of trials, that will forever last.
The ring, a stage, where he dances with fate,
A test of strength, where his will is made great.
The light above, a beacon in the dark,
Guides him forward, through the trials of the mark.
His form, a sculpture, of muscle and bone,
A testament to the battles he's known.
In this moment, he is a force so bold,
A shadow warrior, with a story to be told.