Amphitheatre

The amphitheatre, totally full, erupts with cheers

As the gladiators enter to face their fears

Which one lives, which one dies today

The betting odds have had their say

But now the fight must take place

Determination is etched on each face

A salute to the officials gallery

Then all hell must be set free

The best fight long and hard

Neither giving a single yard

The conclusion is brutal and fast

Under the sweltering sun the loser can not last

 The resulting corpse is dragged from the arena

The glorious victor raise his sword and sees her

In the crowd weeping with joy is his mother

Standing alongside her his brother

Smiling he realizes the Gods were on their side

Now for the great honour of a chariot ride

Through a massive crowd screaming his name

For his troubles, nothing will ever be the same

He has won his freedom, worth more than any gold

To mark this, an inscribed wooden sword to hold !