The Fight

Being a martial artist, I thought it would be neat to try and put a self defense technique into a poem.

Locked in a stare

I hold my opponent’s eyes

Just for safe measures

I have said my goodbyes

Keeping his gaze

I bow for respect

Despite the hatred

Honor, is not a lost aspect

As our backs

Straighten once again

He lunges forward

Time to defend

I parry with my left

And counter with my right

A fishhook to the eye

Taking his sight

I step behind

With a palm to the back

He arches as I thought

And I release my next attack

A back fist to the neck

Then I pull him to my knee

His back crashing down

He can’t get free

I snap his neck

Then let him fall

His life is gone

But he gave his all

I bow again 

And walk away

To my protected family

To share another day