Gladiators Poem by Jess Terry

Gladiators

Rating: 4.5


The crimson man,
flowing angrily,
roaring into life,
the black shadow comes,
to fight the crimson man,
swords locked,
daggers drawn,
fighting like Gladiators,
to the death,
the black shadow wins,
consuming the crimson,
until theres nothing but darkness,
i wonder,
if death is like that

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Brian Jani 22 May 2014

You sprinkled the seeds of your thoughts nicely here well done

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