Gladiator Wins
Strong, gladiator,
Thine blade is sharp also swift.
Thou fight for honor, glory.
For thine, love of heart.
Back and forth thee thrusts are keen.
Ye stand so bravely with brass.
Await opponents.
Scarcely; they approach, knowing,
Their fate of death from thine sword,
Though they know, quickly,
Thy; shall place your victory.
Among the past forces, well,
Their souls shall raise high,
By next arenas battle,
Another blazes thine sword.
written for
Sponsor Amy Green
Contest Name Choka for a Chokehold
Copyright © Cecil Hickman | Year Posted 2012
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