The man stopped, looked back
On a cold and windy night
Withdrew his hands from his pockets
And prepared himself for the fight

His eyes gleam like moonlight
His cigar, like coal
He dropped it on the ground
And beneath his boot it rolls

He breathes in the cold, fresh air
Getting in the mindset for trouble
Which he guessed would arrive
And do so on the double

In and out, quick little breaths
Trying to relieve the tension,
All his fear, all the suspension
It doesn't help but rather
Starts to pump adrenaline

His mind is an oasis of calm,
Cool and clear
His body trembles just a tad
As his muscles click into gear

Slowly he raises his head
Suddenly feeling steady
His mind is emptied of all its worries
And now?

He is truly ready