The Center Of The Ring

Fate waves a red flag 
that looks very black in the sun, 
and smiles without blinking. 

The Gods, drunk on idleness 
sit at the edge of their thrones 
to see what we do next. 

Minutes are years 
inside the dust of the ring, 
everything flashes before us. 

We struggle to stand on our feet 
as the blood loss becomes too much. 
and the speared titans, show no mercy. 

Always, we hold on 
until the sword drops us 
into our naked grave.

Reviews

[Demi Rose]

loved it. it has power. it is penned nicely.