My pain began at the sound of the bell.

I come out swinging painfully against bent darkness.

Heart guarded and brutal.

Bobbing and weaving dark spirits.

Delirious not noticing the hole in my chest.

As I tried to counter mirrored movements.

Only successful at frustration.

Satan laughing.

Dragon wings scorched through the heat of my hell.

The one that raged in the realm of my flesh.

Limiting my flight.

Selfish lessons train men to be slaves.

My weary arms have no fight left to fight.

I lay down my guard and now weave with light spirits.

Gave my pain away to the true champion.

Now I’m filled with luminosity.

The last bell sounds as I rise from my wooden stool.

I stand tall in this last round with the eyes of Geronimo.

Fearless against the demon which is me.