Hi guys,
how are you doing today and happy sunday
Today I’ll be sharing with you a new artwork i created recently using ballpoint and charcoal on paper.
———— THE MAT AND THE BATTLEFIELD ————
Upon the mat he stands alone,
A silent ring, his battle zone.
No sword, no shield in calloused hand,
Yet still, a warrior makes his stand.
His armor: sweat, his war cry: breath,
Each grapple flirts with fate and death.
He charges not on blood-soaked plains,
But on the floor, through grit and strains.
A warrior fights in blazing storms,
Where metal clashes, chaos forms.
The wrestler fights in tighter space,
Where inches won decide the race.
The warrior’s foe may ride or run,
With flashing steel beneath the sun.
The wrestler’s fight is close and raw,
A chess of limbs, of grip and claw.
Both seek the glory, risk the pain,
Bear wounds the crowd can't see or name.
Both fall, then rise, then fight once more
One on the mat, one at the war.
So when he stands, chest heaving high,
With fire burning in his eye,
Know this: no lesser fight he's won
The wrestler, too, is battle’s son.
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