Golden Fists

In the ring of gold, where shadows play, Two warriors face, their wills at bay. The crowd holds breath, a silent cheer, As fists clash, and strength is brought near. The air is thick with tension and might, The fighters' hearts ablaze, like burning light. Their muscles ripple, like waves on the shore, As they dance, their movements a choreographed score. The golden ropes, a circular stage, A backdrop for their courageous engage. The spotlight shines, a beacon bright, Illuminating the fight, a test of will and might. In this arena, they give their all, Their passion, their strength, their hearts' every call. The roar of the crowd, a distant hum, As the fighters' souls, like embers, become one.