By Caesar

A gladiator tribute

By Caesar's will, their blood will spill

Their doctore's drill, like farmers till

Despite the thrills, and constant chills

Strong armour twills, like defensive quills

A game master's bill, they better kill

It's a bitter pill, their mothers shrill

Morals weak as krill, this must distill

With battle's fill, a bloody mill

Their fight's downhill, their fortune's ill

As they lie still, their lifeblood's nil

By Caesar's will, their blood has spilled

Reviews

[Robbie~xoxo~]

They came, they saw, they conquered...such as war... it's a bitter pill to swallow, indeed!
Very dramatic, well written piece... I enjoyed the rhyming and rhythmic flow of your artistic gladiator tribute. Well done! :)

[Nick]

Thank you!

Oh and you figured out the latin tagline ;)