His energy was fierce.
Shooting off sparks,
He was ready to set the world on fire.
Jabbing, feinting, shifting…
Challenging each opponent
With haymaker punches.
Until one fight, he stopped in mid-round,
Hit below the belt,
Dropping down for the count.
Back in his corner, he struggled to revive,
Still wanting to go the distance.
Could he brawl his way back
After being sucker punched so viciously?
The crowd held their tongues.
Anxious heads leaned forward, listening for the bell,
But the only sound was silence.
They waited at ringside barely breathing.