The Coloseum

The Colosseum, welcome young gladiator, To the arena of death, sharpen thy sword, and raise Your shield high, bow to the emperor, known as Caesar. Listen to the mighty roar of the crowd surrounding You, is it not a deafening sound, seemingly, by it's sheer Force alone, causing the earth to shake around thee. Behold you've been chosen to compete, in this the Cathedral of crushed bones and mangled flesh. Here where victory's foe, may drown beneath a River of red crimson, from his own brethren kindred. A marble lain thunder dome, to quench humanities Insatiable lust, for blood's sport, torture and mayhem. The deadly game meant to appease, the crowd, And high born bred royal, and nobility. Behold the grand delusion put on full display, As the Christian Martyr, falls upon his crucifix Of faith, embracing salvation, to cultivate A new religion, yielded by the mortal Fleshes sacrifice. Dine well king of beasts, smiling with a cattish, Grin, of sheer delight, licking his paws after The feast set before him, is done with it's screaming. Trumpets sounding horns, announce the next act, To step forward upon this stage of twisted reality. Be bold youthful Gladiator, for experiences sword Arm faces opposite of thee, waiting for the signal To be given from above. Clashing titan's of survival, warriors with weapons Drawn, leaving no quarters for retreat, mercy's resolve, Lies only at the sharpened edges blade point. It is to the triumphant, goes victory's spoils, He whom receives, the thumbs downwards sign, lives. A heroic image, limping and bloody, half falling To his knees, to bow unto the majesty and might Of Rome itself. Achieving the greatest prize of all, to live And see another days dawning, And fight another battle, Within this ancient mausoleum of doom. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN