Field of Gladiators

Stripped of armour,
Victory had long gone
into the roots of
the hay fields where
the battles commenced.

Three ancestors travelled
upon their will to
see their own legacy,
Reaching out into their
inner fighting spirit.

The blackened flurry
of clouds disappeared,
Swept away by the sun.
A new generation of
gladiators had formed.

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