Fists of Fury

In the ring, two warriors clash, Their fists a blur, their will uncrushed. The crowd cheers on, a deafening roar, As sweat and blood mingle, evermore. The air is thick, the tension high, As these two fighters exchange a fiery sigh. Their gloves, a crimson hue, a symbol of their might, As they dance and weave, in the spotlight's bright. Their muscles ripple, their hearts ablaze, In this test of strength, where only one can gaze. Upon the triumph, the victory's sweet delight, And the agony, of defeat's dark night. The battle rages, a spectacle to behold, A display of human will, where courage is told. In this arena, where heroes are made, Two fighters stand, their souls displayed.