The Fighting Ring

In the heart of the arena, a stage is set, A ring of glory, where warriors are met, The lights, a crown, that shines so bright, A beacon calling, to the fight. The seats, a sea, of red and black, Empty, yet waiting, for the attack, The ropes, a boundary, that holds the space, Where dreams are made, and champions take their place. The floor, a canvas, where stories unfold, Of sweat and blood, of victory and gold, The lights, a spotlight, on the brave and bold, A moment's glory, that will never grow old. The silence, a hush, before the storm, A calm, that precedes, the battle's form, The anticipation, a thrill, that runs so deep, A test of wills, where only one can keep.