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/.