The scowl he wore proved he was mad,
Absorbing all his foe’s trash talk,
Letting him think he can peacock.
This dude’s all chatter, he’s not bad;
A short glimpse of fear made him glad.
His opponent broke their hard stare;
He knew he’d win, right then and there.
Now he needed the bell to ring;
All the words would come back and sting,
Attacking like a grizzly bear.
Prompted from the Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt at: https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/04/29/decima-poetry-challenge-prompt-mad/.