THE SILENT GLADIATOR
by Alexandria VonEdenbourgh
I saw him once—
a shadow carved in flame,
walking toward the sea
as if he belonged to the sun.
No armor, no words,
just the weight of a thousand battles
held in the shape of his silence.
He did not see me.
He never could.
But I saw enough for both of us—
the way dawn bowed to him,
the way the tide remembered his name
even when I dared not speak it.
The sun did not ask
who I was to him.
It simply rose
and burned us both.
Jul 29, 2025
Jul 29, 2025 at 8:28 PM UTC
THE SILENT GLADIATOR
by Alexandria VonEdenbourgh
I saw him once—
a shadow carved in flame,
walking toward the sea
as if he belonged to the sun.
No armor, no words,
just the weight of a thousand battles
held in the shape of his silence.
He did not see me.
He never could.
But I saw enough for both of us—
the way dawn bowed to him,
the way the tide remembered his name
even when I dared not speak it.
The sun did not ask
who I was to him.
It simply rose
and burned us both.
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