Apollo Creed, a champion born to fight,
In the ring, he dazzled with power and might.
A king of the canvas, so proud, so bold,
A legacy built from stories untold.
With gloves raised high and a smile so wide,
He faced every challenge with unshakable pride.
His speed, his strength, a force to behold,
In every round, his legend unrolled.
A rival, a hero, both fierce and true,
In every battle, his spirit grew.
The world knew his name, a star in the sky,
Apollo Creed would never die.
But beyond the punches, the glory, the fame,
Was a man with a heart, a soul, a name.
Fighting for honor, fighting for more,
He left his mark on the boxing floor.
Apollo Creed, forever you stand,
A symbol of courage across the land.
In every strike, in every fight,
Your spirit lives on, burning bright.
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Glacier Heart
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Great poem! Powerful and mighty poem! Fantastic