Blow After Blow
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* Translation
Blow after blow lead to puddles of blood,
Mixed in with broken glass, perspiration and mud.
"Fight! Fight! Fight!", comes energized noise,
And from the death match rises a boy.
As flurried fists fly faster than light,
His eyes are fire and his heart is ice.
Would there be, or could there be, a fatal blow?
Neither the crowd nor the young one knows.
Copyright © Robert James Liguori | Year Posted 2023
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