This is where they fall
this where life turns to death
in circular fine sands
mottled by the hopeful in blood

This is where steel hits shield
where blade cuts net
in a never ending battle
of life with no regrets

This a place, a slave may become free
where a wooden sword makes commitment
a place of solace for a warrior
yet an unkind arena to kind intent

For mercy is by the sword
by the blood and sweat of men
and to fight for your freedom
is all that a slave man can

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris