Tickets to the Show

It’s crisp in my hand as I walk toward the door;

There’s magic inside, and this ticket is key.

Nothing is better, I couldn’t ask for more;

When passion assembles, there’s a strong energy.

An intimacy when fans gather in mass;

Moments stay in memory, so they’ll not pass.

Then, the fighters emerge from a dark background;

Explosions cut the air with deafening sound.

Prompted from MMA Storytime’s Rispetto Poetry Prompt Challenge at:

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