Black Belt

A gentle whisper wisps by your gi

The slow movement of the ripples that sway

White, worn and withered with a touch of blood

Wearing the armor of those whom have fallen dead

Battles won with victor standing atop

Foot presses on chest while given a stern look

A Black colored belt wraps tightly around

A swelling of pride fills the champ deep inside

Even though his skills are not yet matched

Humility and integrity still in tact

For thousands of years is the art long passed

Spirit of the Dragon burns deep

Written by,

Christopher Lee Bennien