The Octagon

In the middle of the light,
There begins a fight.
Block the left, and dodge the right,
To garuantee you'll go home tonight.

Five, ten, and fifteen go by,
The adrenaline rush has gotten you high.
The hits might hurt, but not for long,
You can't let it show if you wanna be strong.

People gathered, paid and ready,
To see a winner, walk away steady.
The crowd stands, from dusk til dawn,
As this all goes down in the octagon.