Shadowed Arena

In the depths of the ring, where shadows play, The stage is set, the battle's far away, The ropes stand guard, like sentinels of old, The canvas floor, a battleground to be told. The lights above, a heavenly display, Illuminate the space, where warriors sway, Their footsteps echo, a prelude to the fray, As they prepare, for the contest of the day. The air is thick, with tension and with might, The crowd's anticipation, a palpable sight, The fighters' hearts, aflame with burning fire, Their will to win, a burning, heart's desire. In this arena, where dreams are made and broken, The bravest hearts, their stories unspoken, The ring, a stage, where heroes rise and fall, Their legacy, forever etched on the wall.