Blood Spilt Poem by Jordan Antrim

I began my journey as just a boy
I knew there was only excitement and joy
to be found as I carefully placed each step up to the cage.
With a smirk I felt the anger, fury, and rage
exfoliate out of me.

I step into the ring raising my hood
approaching the meal that awaits
I walk towards him feeling the tension grow, then he states,
'Lets do this'.

Immediately the beast within is released once more
like a lion on a gazelle I tore, and scored his body.
After the skirmish was through the red in my eyes
slowly withered away as I watched my prey's soul die.

As a fighter the worst thing is losing
but whats amusing is how I know they will learn from there mistakes..
They will be the ones one day to do the Abusing..
One day they will no longer be the Prey, but instead the predator.