In the colosseum. Two groups of gladiators; fierce, staunch and strong they stand. The onlookers erupt in a sound so close to thunder which sends the hairs on the necks of the warriors stand straight up. A feeling of hatred rushes the adrenaline through the veins of each men. Each group of men want victory; and nothing will stand in the way of them trying to succeed.
Each staunch being are focused. Their individual strengths will build as a group to become something unbeatable. A force well known as indestructible. When they clash; lightning will crash. Intensity between the two will build after every hit. A mistake will lead to a teams implosion.
The bodies of the super-humans will show war-wounds. Cuts, bruises, sore and tired they will be; standing with sweat dripping. One side have left victorious with no regrets. Another; heads bowed in disappointment with thoughts of the next meeting in their minds which after today are shaken. Today will be another statistic; but an event which will be unforgettable. Memories of today will linger on tips of tongues for weeks.
Gladiators will forever to battle; one team to protect their turf. With support of thousands behind them. Year after year they will get stronger; faster; more intelligent. Never fear what the future will hold. Only glory will come from hard work.
No comments:
Post a Comment