Gladiators

He looked with head skewed
With a fire inside he couldn't hide
The spear missed as he threw
Missing his foe dodged to the side

Miss calucation only angered him more
With his rage he yelled aloud
All eyes on him he couldn't ignore
The astonished gasps from the crowd

He was supposed to be the best
Said to be non better by far 
Though he missed with his spear
That was meant for the heart

Unsure he now stares at his opponent 
Who regained his balance with ease
He will not be bested this day
Feel the sting of blade and bleed 

This was the way of the arena
It is bloody and it is gory 
They must fight to the death
For fame, honor, and glory

With the blink of an eye
His foe rushed right at him
With a quick step to the right 
But it was a delayed reaction 

So he tried with fast stride 
To quickly dodge to the left
But he didn't see the second blade
That sank deep through his chest

Crowd fell silent the dust settles
Legend said he was unbeatable
But he has bested the champion
He has done the unthinkable 

He had won he's now the victor 
He stands taller this day
It wasn't for glory or greed
Done for himself not the fame

Written 2-15-19
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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