Of all that goes bump in the night,
The scariest costume this fall;
Is one that isn’t much at all.
If you’re truly wanting a fright,
Stand before a big crowd and fight.
Fear isn’t from the pain you’ll endure,
Getting punched, bleeding is weird, sure;
Terror resides in all those eyes;
No hiding from judgment, no disguise.
Prizefighting is a unique lure.
Prompted from Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt at: https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/10/28/ronovan-writes-decima-poetry-challenge-prompt-no-29-fright-this-week-its-the-a-rhyme-line/.