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THE LAST THOUGHTS OF A FALLEN CHAMPION

This one time I know I was  caught below the belt
No doubt I got it wrong and I'm far from my best
My last chilling and coin now I've lost to the bet
Without the rain tonight my blood will drench the sand  bed 
No matter how loud I scream, the the wind is still and won't allow me be heard
Crashed by the merciless jab of the dreaded fear
The yellow rays of the dusk beam on me as I lay defeated panting for air
The one time champion, the one time heir
The one time warrior the one time undefeated
The god of the dust who had crested his name with blood on the sand
Once the honour of the arena
Countless breaths have ceased at my feet
I was dreaded than fear itself 

I roared to paralyse my opponents nerves 
I've inflicted excruciating pain to beasts of the arena 
I sniffed out lives at the command of the emperor
I've  earned mortal honour
I've crushed fear and made a juice of it
My frame is a sculpture carved with  the sharpest spears 
My feet were thickened by heat of burning coals at practice
My heart was forged with cruel silver swords 
Countless times they've dived into my shoulders and biceps
I've put them to shame more than a score of times. 
I've defeated a glaring death
All I paid was just few pints of blood to the gods
I've graced the arena in pairs but left as the last man standing 
The audience screamed my name and I made their coin worth the pay
I spilled fellow warrior's blood to earn honour and made the crowd cheer
The emperor literally beg for me to spear and spare lives
I've had more than anyone's coins, wine and women for my wins
Death feared me and even cheered me in my days of reign
I was a god of the arena

Here and now I lay in the same sand
With my face marched to be grilled by the heat of the hot sharp sands 
About to be be slain with a throat to be slitted 
The once dreaded is about to taste death 
Maybe death visited unannounced and ready to make a fun of me
In a fight where my victory was as sure as the numbers of deaths I have on my sleeve
My face is marched on the familiar gritty sand 
The new masked gladiator pressed my ear to the blood-soaked sand
And I could hear the  deafening scream of familiar dying pleas of many fallen gladiators
Those were the warriors and gladiators I sent their souls to the worlds behind the city walls 
They call my name with no respect
Some even challenging me to duel in the world beyond
The champion is about to rest his honour and dip his breath 

I shall plead for my life to be saved and not be slain
Though my hands and blood stained 
But that have brought to this arena grace and fame
I will beat the sand with an open fist to plead for my life
Though the sun about to blind me and my lips drip of  thick blood
My calf aches and my knees pierced
The new champion is squeezing my jaws out of its socket 
And my eyes bulging out of the sockets 
I know death is inevitable
I only plead for a chance to see another day

No Shame in death I'm pressed down to earth
I will plead with the Emperor of the arena
I shall swallow my faded pride
I remember my days of glory
I remember when the arena was submerged by the shout of my name
Please remember the days I crippled wild beasts 
Those were the days I made death powerless
The walls of this arena stand tall and firm for me
Even distant cities know my story 
These walls are painted in my blood and sweat
But I made thick the sand with the lives I put to rest on it
Remember my good deeds in this arena
Now I know I'm a mere mortal on a sand combat
Give me a place to live on this side of the brass doors
Till the coins, wines and women are no more up for reward
I plead that I live again if not in my old glory
Let me still turn the mine  and whirl the wheels
This is my last wish and plea
A last plea of a fallen champion. 

CONCEPTUAL FM
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