May 2015
Small glances.
Sent around the room.
At my fellow companions,
Ready to face their doom.
Short breaths.
Staring at the lion in its cage.
Preparing myself,
Preparing to face its deadly rage.
What have I done?
To end up in this place?
Was it to save my family?
Or just to save face?
I suppose I shall never know
The real reason why.
For the only time I will leave this hell-hole
Will be the time I die.
Sent around the room.
At my fellow companions,
Ready to face their doom.
Short breaths.
Staring at the lion in its cage.
Preparing myself,
Preparing to face its deadly rage.
What have I done?
To end up in this place?
Was it to save my family?
Or just to save face?
I suppose I shall never know
The real reason why.
For the only time I will leave this hell-hole
Will be the time I die.
I've been to the Colosseum, or Coliseum, before and it is definitely intimidating. To imagine servants being thrown out in front of 50,000-80,000 spectators to fight to the death...
