Fight

Once upon a midnight rid

Deep into that darkness clashing

'Fight!' chuckled I, 'Yes fight!'

I heard a smelly, combatant defying

'Fight!' said I, 'thing of battlefield.'

I awoke and flung the competitiveness

By the grave I saw the hostilities

Much I marvelled the counter fighter

By the grave I saw the storms

On that day my soul grew rid

Much I marvelled the combatant control

Once I sat engaged and skirmishing

I heard a splendid, silent dueling

Deep into that darkness pushing

'Fight!' said I, 'thing of push.'

'Fight!' chuckled I, 'Yes fight!'