Glad-He-Ate-Her
Thrust a sword into my gut;
Save me from this mindless rut!
Armor, shield- an open field
(To guide my hands with luck)
One by one 'til all are killed;
Beaten, Bashed, Bested- Struck!
*Play on "Gladiator"
Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2013
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