An Epic Contest

Standing in the corner across from your foe,

Billed as epic, two champs are set to collide.

Everyone awaits for the ref to say go;

The fans grip their seats for a hell of a ride.

Lights center their focus to give the stars shine;

There’s plenty of glory hanging on the line.

Not neighbors, no forgiveness, all’s fair in war,

A touch of the gloves they deliver the gore.

Prompted from MMA Storytime’s Rispetto Poetry Challenge at:

Prompted from Eugi’s Weekly Prompt at:

Prompted from Tale Weaver at:

Prompted from V.J.’s Weekly Challenge at:

Prompted from Fandango’s One Word Challenge at:


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