Jess Terry - Gladiators

The crimson man,
flowing angrily,
roaring into life,
the black shadow comes,
to fight the crimson man,
swords locked,
daggers drawn,
fighting like Gladiators,
to the death,
the black shadow wins,
consuming the crimson,
until theres nothing but darkness,
i wonder,
if death is like that

Jess Terry

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