The Gladiator – p3

 ^{Part three of the Gladiator}

All dressed in black and guarding like dogs,
The emperor wants to see me!
what is your name?,
“He was asking me”,
I am the “Gladiator” I replied that’s me a killing machine,
I’m more powerful than him but he’s emperor you see,
The chant of the crowd is deafening me,

Its so powerful and loud its my name they chant me,
So poetically good, now the emperor is sick off me,
He’s taunted by my power’ I’m a killing machine,
I’m back in the arena with 50 of rome’s best’ now see,
Some chariots long spears’,and fierce hungry lions,
I’ve killed allmost 40 the crowd is loving me,
One by one they fall at my feet, 

The roar and the chants of the crowd made me do it so easily,
It’s awfull but nice I love killing It’s in me,
I’m a gladiator of ancient rome and death is the key,
I’m still alive in this arena for god did not bless me,

I’m the gladiator of ancient rome I’m just the killing machine,
I’m Standing in this arena  for all to see,
I’ve cut warriors legs & hands off!,
So they can no longer fight me,

^{End of part three—–read more………..}

^{mercsmoon poetry © malc.johnson 2008}