6*

An hour long battle rages with plenty of fuel

A circle formed to contain the sight

Release of sweet pressure is tempted

Pride challenges the quo with delight.

Deep breaths are taken with the brethren smoke

Eyes swell and tear

The agitation continues

Goal not met, the keeper fears.

He knows not when the battle ends

Certainly he wishes it last all night

Mere thought sparks the revolution

All in the distance find pleasure.

Spark, leap, dance, collapse

The forces are now well en route.