The Gladiator
By Sm
They fought,
They of strong wills,
Never had the choice to fight or not,
For they where captives,
Trained,
Skilled,
Strained,
Willed,
Tought to endure,
Made to fight,
Not to lure,
Filled with constant fright,
But still forced to battle,
Some liked it,
But he did not,
He was a little straught,
Always so peaceful,
But when on the battlefield...,
There was no holding back,
For he fought for survival,
Death an option not.
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