the dire debonair of the arena
feral fatalist fettered to insatiable throes
his triad of tenets: slit throats, slain soldiers, serial sin
ethos eternalised as a brothel of bodies

ballad of the battle
this altar of adrenalin, stilled at the shrill aria of blade
betrothal of shattered bones and faltered breath
frail life for a radiant death, liberation befallen

behold, birth bred on the front
heartbeat hell-bent for the taint of blood
tender thrall afresh, befit to bite
isolated inhale of desire, arise the hostile

lord of the lost
to dine on heroes, relish their finale
his alienation as a bane of fate
adrift in a red tide that threatens silent desolation