The night before...

Twas the night before black belt, A fantastic'ly big test,
Not a creature was stirring, I had put them to rest.
The belts were hung, on my bedpost with care,
I was running my fingers, through my black dyed hair.
The ground would be wet, and mud all around,
But I'd have to perform, without making a sound.
So I gathered my equipment, and threw it with my stuff,
The day tomorrow, was going to be rough.
I hoped I could pass, I trained hard until now,
The only worry I had, was, simply put, how?
I rubbed my face, thinking how'd it all end,
When suddenly an idea, came from around the bend.
I'll give it all I've got, no reason to ask why,
Because if I didn't, I knew I would die.
Even if I died, at least I would know,
I died trying my best, and I wouldn't fall below.
So I went to the loo, and put on my head on my shoulders,
I put my smile on too, the one that would crack boulders.
I looked in the mirror, and what did I see?
A black belt with black hair, smiling back at me.