Escaping from its cage
Resuming forgotten role
Delighting in its mischeif
Havoc the only goal

Taunting barbs flow
Unrelenting in script
Eye’s glinting with malice
The fire has been lit

Surging through veins
A drug so pure
Above physical concern
Pain a simple lure

Driven to strike
Forced to react
Left with no choice
A well laid trap

Hand in pockets
Blow seen before it was thrown
Subtle shift in demeanour
The result always known

Through blood stained smile
An offer of peace
No fear or pain shown
Nor any trace of retreat

Anger turns to disbelief
When faced with reckless wish
Rising fear in face of a fight
That cannot be won with fists