Guardians of the Soul

In shadows deep, where fears do creep,

I stand alone, my vigil to keep.

A warrior forged in life's fierce dance,

I weave the art of self-defence.

With nimble steps and a focused gaze,

I navigate life's intricate maze.

In the dojo of existence, I train,

A dance of strength, not born in vain.

Beneath the moon's serene embrace,

I learn the power of both fight and grace.

My body, a temple, honed and strong,

Defends against the tides that throng.

Through discipline, I find my core,

A reservoir of might galore.

Not just fists and kicks declare,

But a mindful spirit, beyond compare.

In every stance, a tale unfolds,

Of battles fought, of stories untold.

A symphony of moves, precise and true,

Self-defence, is an art I daily pursue.

Yet, in this quest for self-preservation,

I seek not just brute force's elation.

Compassion flows in every strike,

A paradox where love and strength are alike.

For self-defence is not just war,

But wisdom is what we implore.

To shield the self from harm's cruel tide,

Yet in compassion, let love abide.

Through every block, a lesson learned,

In self-defence, wisdom is earned.

No foe too great, no fear too vast,

For within me, resilience is cast.

In the dojo of life, I find my stride,

A warrior's heart, my constant guide.

With every breath, with every sense,

I navigate this realm of self-defence.