Torment, through my scapula the sword went

Blood seeps from the core in torrents

Such a moment in my thought begets my parlance

As my flesh is blushed in painted atonement.

Hell sent this random act of enjoyment

The beautiful death, a portent, I caused it

I need to break this link, erasing all of it

Leaving only truth in the moment of the pantheon convent.

There lays a cornice, tilted and stained

The name blotted out by the blood on the frame

A deluge swoops in uncovering the shame

King, your breath no longer sustains

Once a great warrior, in that you reigned

Supreme, above all gladiators in vain

Now you rest in the midst of the flame

You shall be remembered and forgotten the same.

I cannot break contain from this plane

Plain and simple, this should not be my claim

I was the bringer of rain, this was my fame

Tame, how quaint it all fades away

Such as the light of day when my heart spilled

Decaying residue rots out my vessel

I am only a soulless remnant, it’s official

I release myself to admit my subtle vigil.

In this moment, I stood astute

With sword in hand, standing over a brute

Kneeled down with head high waiting for his due

The beautiful death, I witnessed in rue

To the roar of the crowd and the dominus command

Why did I experience…I don’t understand

The coliseum littered with blood stained sand

I am actually the victor, visions condescend

In a contradicting fashion, should I force my hand

Down upon this brute, this Jinn of man?

For the sword speaks riddles in blood when it can

My knees buckle, legs shake, cannot stand

The screams grow louder in my hesitation

I retract the blade, death’s manifestation

The brute looks back in eyes of confusion

“What is this?” he asked, “an illusion?”

“Strike me dead, give me my death”

I smiled, he smiled back, I cannot yet

See certain things in life are sacred, I wept

Taking your life is like taking my own in one step

I picked him up, face to face we intercept

It’s funny how the mirror warrants such effects…

My conquest…