Iron Will in the Cage Lights

Beneath harsh lights, the cage hums deep with doom, He plants bare feet where broken echoes ring; His knuckles whisper vows through gathered gloom, While iron breath prepares the final spring. Behind the mesh, grim faces hold their stare, A black flag grins with bones in stark design; The crowd is thunder, trembling in the air, And will stands tall, a blade along the spine.