Challengers approach, with words like blades,
But my lines are shields, impervious to shades.
I dance with metaphors, a nimble feat,
Defeating doubts, with every beat

No hesitation, no flicker of doubt,
In the battleground of poetry, I stand stout.
Each stanza a weapon, each rhyme a spell,
Challenging the challengers, breaking their shell.

In the ink-lit arena, where words collide,
I emerge victorious, with pride.
Challenges bow, in humble retreat,
As my poetry echoes, in triumphant beat.