The Love of the Fight

No matter how many times it happens
The anticipation hits me every time
The moment just before the moment
Where my energy builds up on the inside

My adrenaline hits my blood stream
As my muscles respond to my command
Drawing my weapon I move on forward
To engage my opponent where he stands
The movements go on with ferocity
As our bodies know just where to move
Dancing this dance as much as we have
Each strike hits home and is true
I cannot help but feel like a child
With my imagination saving the world in my room
In my backyard wielding a stick like a sword
A deadly warrior with the handle of a broom
The spirit continues as I press my attack
My fate is sealed from the start
I continue despite the lines in the script
Placing my enemy’s weapon to my heart
We lunge and parry through the fight as we do
We have met with each other many times
Each one of us getting better each meet
In our discourse in between spoken rhymes
In the end of our contest his weapon hits true
I go down despite my intention
A glorious death I do suffer in spectacle
The scene will continue toward intermission

Upon the dim of the lights I spring to my feet
A smile is upon my face
The stage fight is where you will find me the most
Feeling just right in my place