| Spar with the Gods |
| Stealthy hand and rapid eye Gleaming light shimmers from the blade of a sai Decorated sword and five pointed staff Within these two weapons, caged fury and wrath A black and white symbol dons a white silken robe Embroidered on and shaped like a globe The other is dressed in Ebony black With a fierce jade green dragon across his back His hands form two clenched fists Both in which anger and violence exists The other replies in such a way His respectful bow brings his foe dismay They leap together in what seems like a dance Clashing lightning flashing from the blade of a lance Dirty moves thrown, plenty of a cheap shots Every blow bringing wretched painful knots Teetering from pain, balance sought once again Calling on the tenacious powers of zen The force of a lion, merging of wills forces his enemy back with his martial art skills A punch thrown, a footsweep executed quick with fast movement brings out a long wooden stick He twirls it in a fancy almost showing off his speed Then throws it to the side in an effort to mislead The guy in black rises up in order to meet A nicely placed roundhouse, thrown to defeat He falls back and hits the floor unconciously ridden A god of martial arts he has overridden Defended his honor and beaten his foe With finely honed knowledge in Taekwondo |
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