The Gladiator - final

^{Final Act of  The Gladiator}

I’m so close to freedom right now I’ll soon be free!,
It’s the turn off the lions again today it pleases me,
I’m not nervous at all I’ve killed them before,
I’m a killer of slaves in the arena you see a Gladiator Of Rome,

That’s me full of blood from the body’s I just slashed in to bits,
I’m watching those lions eating there breakfast at last,
They think they will have me no not a chance,
For i have killed 50.000 Romans at last,

And now the story must end  now you see,
I’ve fallen on my sword the emperor tricked me,
My blood and my guts are all over the place,
Please don’t weep for me now I didn’t fall in disgrace,

I’m am the champion of Rome! even though I am dead,
It’s my present,
I won my freedom but the emperor killed me,

I’m The Gladiator Of Rome “A Killing Machine”.

^{But the Gladiator of Rome had a son…………….}

^{The End
or is it?} 

^{mercsmoon poetry © malc.johnson 2008}

The Gladiator - p4

 ^{Part four of the Gladiator}

The smell of death it’s right here and now’  it’s so bad so terrible you see,
It’s the stench of the dying just waiting to be free,
And I’m keeping alive by killing you see,

The eternal blade of my sword is now worn and tattered like me,
But my bronze body is so strong and “I’m god like” ,
I’m more fierce than those lions in this arena facing me,

I killed all the lions today with my bare hands,
It was easy I snapped off there heads one two and three,
Well that’s me The Gladiator Of Rome a tyrant maybe,

For madmen to kill and maim’ but is it me?
It’s only like war in the 21st century except I’m in Rome,
I am a gladiator you see, all bloody now from my killing spree,

Well I may soon be set free from these chains the emperor did say!
He just puts his thumb down till all my friends are dead,
Killing and maiming I’m tired of it now!, but I wont surrender,
Not now not ever I’m still The killer gladiator,

^{End of part four ………….final here}

^{mercsmoon poetry © malc.johnson 2008}

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}