The Beginning Is The End

The crowds, I hear
Voices cry

My daggers, their hilts
I cradle

The battlefield, I near
Chariots rumble

His face flashes
Through my mind

If I must, a hundred beasts I will face,
No matter the kind

Bloody dust
I breathe

As sunlight pours
The arena I meet

Gladiators lunge
At the giant demon

One stroke, all slain
The strongest even

It spots me
To it I run
Courage feigned

My heart is my armor

Blood rains.