Last Man Standing

When men collide in the ring
The body is the first to go.

What keeps them up, fighting
Is their will, "not yet! no!"

Yet, what keeps me going,
are my fears, "Atelophobia. Go!"

In this fight betwix life and me,
Will nor fear, shall guide.

What will define moi, in this ring,
with all will and fears banding.

Is that with all my soul!
I want to be the last man standing.