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About This Poem
Death's Door
caves of agony
hold my captured force fed form
weapons befriend and kill me
blood sport brings death's teeth
the desiccating sun burns
my short sword and shield hold sway
what care I for wealth
freedom but a word unclaimed
a surly jest made by God's
only through death freed
may Hades receive my hosts
coin less beggars to Charon*
fodder for hells cages
I as they will live
victim and victor dancing
savior and devil howl "nay!"
for winning means hell
scared gladiator rise again
your feathered helmet gleaming
victory or death
*Charon is the boat man who ferries the death to Hades/ Hell
but he will not cross your soul without being paid.
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