Fighter's Will Poem by Michael Stevens

With crimson fury, his heart was filled,
To combat the shadowed void in his soul,
Through Violent exchange he thrills,

And With bloodied knuckles and sweat upon his brow
He fought with his entire being
To prove it was indeed his show,

Lightning speed and thunders force behind him,
Dodging and slugging, dancing and jabbing,
His opponent slows, the lights growing dim,

Persisting the barrage, his opponent falls,
Down but not out, the warrior rises,
With a fist like Excalibur, his foe falls,

Down for the TEN! and down he stays,
Our Hero roaring with pride and smiling eyes,
Falls to his knees and thanks God, he prays.