Arena fills swiftly and fills with speculation.
Sacrificial blood fills the air.
Audience cries for action;
Even death; such minor revelation.
Gladiators sweat the cause,
Armed for action;
Come then the lions fierce,
The enemy, all known;
The fight ensues;
All blood spilled,
Of direst fate,
Spurts gore, entrails and guts;
Some sweet salvation,
In knowing death was priced ; someone’s salvation.
In horror, so some seek
No answers thus, just haunted devastation.
Come one who fills the night
A clearer sense of self; manifestation.
For all that exists
Here, now, prepare