Gladiator

The Gladiator

Red sight behind the eyes

Yawning blue dodgy look

Like at beginning, A

Snake eater but mortal core,

Trust, himself power of the whole

With a poisoned thought

Considering, with worship,

An Angel or a Lord,

It’s not about aboriginal or Heidelberg

Nor the people in quest for fire,

When the Mississippi, Rome, Volga

Being created by stone

Mans are captured by the bad lord

Became ‘Gladiator’

And then, a dark bloody fight with monster

A fight after blood to be freedom

But, it is so far away than the end,

A sanguinary battle ends with a river of rose

This turns lord to be calm

No goodwill left thereby

Because, they are just ‘Gladiator’

Is the color of blood different!

, Even the soul?

May be, it is inequality of born

Or express the individuality of bad Lord.