Gladiator Poem by Whytnie Scott

What did you think would happen?
What do you have left to fear?
Staring in the faces of the fallen foes,
None will ever be compared to you.
I made you this way, I did.
And you will do as I say, go where I go.
You are mine, my creation only.
With me, you have nothing left to fear.
Pick up your sword, no match for you.
We will rule this world, you and I.
And when you least expect it
I will pick up my own sword
To leave me the ruler of them all.
You're just a pawn in this game of chess.
So easily broken when your walls are down.
Face me now and face them all,
For who you thought as comrade
Is actually one of your fallen foes.
But you will not defeat me.