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About This Poem
Gladiator
Tears shadow my eyes
but do not drown the thunder
I have slain my friend ! ...
As he perished by my sword,
he thanked me for his freedom
How oddly my world
will deafen me with honor,
declare me winner,
with a badge of irony,
and a defeated spirit
The blazing sun dims,
and seems to eclipse all time...
I am not afraid...
as the sound of cheering fades,
and earth moves in slow motion
I now see dust rise...
as dark drops of my own blood,
small puffs of my life,
at last free me from this doom
to join the afternoon wind
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For Amy Green's Contest: Choka Chokehold
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