The Lone Arena

In the stillness of the ring, a story unfolds, A tale of trials, of sweat and gold. The lights above, a spotlight's gaze, Illuminate the path, through the darkest days. The ropes, a boundary, a stage, a test, Where warriors clash, and dreams find rest. The floor, a canvas, worn and old, A witness to the battles, young and cold. The silence is heavy, a palpable weight, A moment's pause, before the next great fight. The arena waits, a challenge made, For those who dare, to step into the shade. The lights shine bright, a beacon in the night, Guiding the brave, through the dark of fight. The ring, a symbol, of strength and will, A place where heroes rise, and legends build.