Threads of Words

Gladiator

If you hurt me,

I promise you that it will not be good for you.

I will bring you to my ring,

Call my fellow gladiators,

And we will put on our strong armour and take you to battle.

They will support me.

I will have the war in my eyes.

You shall not torture me;

Unless you want me to gather my fellow gladiators and defeat you.

I do not think that you would want that.

You have no idea how strong I am.

I am a gladiator in mind and body.

Sand in the air.

Sword swishing through the air.

Your blood is in my hair,

But I can not moratally hurt you.

If I did I would destroy myself.

So I pick you up off the sand floor stained with your blood,

And walk you off the grounds.

The bloodthirsty throngs will have to wait for there shall be no kill today.