₦airaland Forum

The valor, not the color on the amor Is what makes a fearless of a warrior The body accepted defeat But the heart kept the beat Soon arised upon the sky As the stars began to fly His victory he gazed upon Thouhg it was yet to be won With his fist he casts Stroking the opponent fast Not scared of tigers led by sheep A victory he will get in his sleep But scared of sheeps led by lion For they hoped to be champions His strategy became unknown A feature attributed from home His enemies became careless The facts he remained fearless