Fists of Fury
Reflection
In the ring, two warriors clash,
Their fists a blur, their spirits rash.
The crowd cheers on, a deafening roar,
As they exchange blows, their strength and will explore.
The air is thick with tension, the moment electric,
Their determination, a force so unique.
Each punch a testament to their unyielding might,
A dance of power, a display of raw light.
Their eyes locked in a fierce stare,
Their muscles tensed, their hearts aflame with care.
In this moment, they are one,
Two souls connected, their wills now begun.
The outcome uncertain, the battle unseen,
Their fists of fury, a story yet to be gleaned.