Fists of Resolve

In the ring, a warrior's tale unfolds, With every punch, a story told. Tattoos on skin, a map of the past, A journey marked, forever to last. The gloves, a shield, a defensive might, A symbol of strength, in the dark of night. The eyes, a window, to a soul on fire, A burning passion, that never tires. The sweat, a testament, to trials faced, A badge of honor, in a warrior's pace. In this moment, all is clear, The path ahead, without a fear. The roar of the crowd, a distant hum, As the fighter focuses, on the task to come. With every breath, a new tale's spun, Of courage, strength, and a will won.