Spartacus

hy does my skin feel so cold A stray thought resting on my lonely mind The feeling of warmth fleeting, vanished along with the rolling clouds Is this supposed to be a paradise or a living nightmare Once the shadows part ways here arrives the swift sense of victory only to see failure charge with a white horse and gleaming armor Backed into a corner begging for an option of sealing the swords away for the grief of the loss from beloved wife still burns strong Do the Gods exist she believed it so but I remain the fool for I don't believe in anything that would steal her away yet the reasoning proceeds to seep as her predictions reign true to me Possibilities are seen impossible for now the feeling in these breakable hands grows as cold as ice Blood pours out of the bodies these swords have severed An arena...this where last stands are made Obstructed is the view of the beholder as in those eyes, the last one seemed so familiar yet the only sound was the crowd screaming the name Spartacus! Spartacus! Spartacus!