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 © Troy Toney | Year Posted 2019
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