This chamber is dark,
But it will have to do,
I can hear the crowd,
Howl in a lust of blood.
The door before me allows the sun,
To break through the small cracks,
Won't be long now before it is open,
And I am at the mercy of the people.
The nerves never calm themselves,
I survived the arena countless times,
I ended the lives of all my opponents,
I won the love of the howling masses.
The door swung open ever so slowly,
Allowing yet more of the sunlight in,
Illuminating the once dark chamber,
The voices of the crowd grew louder.
As I took my steps onto the sand,
Still moist from the battles of past,
Soaked in the blood of my brothers,
Amidst the roaring of drunk crowd.
I drew sword and awaited contest,
Another day the sun lights the sky,
Another day I stand in bloody game,
Demanding me to take life or lose it.
As I awaited the man I was to face,
The man who's head I shall sever,
Clean from his throat to my victory,
And flood the already red ground.
He came before me and drew sword,
Awaited me to strike first upon him,
The crowd called for bloody death,
The crowd shook the ground below.
The king took his place and signalled,
To me and the opponent before me,
To begin the fight and to entertain,
See blood spilled to live another day.
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