The light
Stubbornly
Holds firm
Shines bright
Perhaps
Even brighter
Before its
oscura
The clouds
Seeming to
Light up
With the
Defiant
Light of
The night
As if
Thr moon
Means
To
Leave a
Mark on its
Tormentor
To tell
It
I will
Be back
And you aint seen
Shit yet
Like the
scrappy fighter
At the bell
After barely
Surviving
The first round
