"Murderer" they say.
"Hypocrisy" I say
They are the ones who put me in the fray
To die for false valour and false hope

"Win your freedom."
I'll never be free
Not from the terror made by me
Damn them. They'll never know.

It's tomorrow. In the morrow.
And it's too late to flee.
So I'll pray for victory
and freedom from the arena.

Sun rise. A new day begins.
My door is opened. My opponent follows.
We know that we have to fight
But we don't want to.

"Kill. Kill. Kill." the volume rises every step.
One of us will. I muse.
But one of us won't.
The gates lock behind us.

Drumbeats of my heart echo everywhere.
Adrenaline pumps into my muscles.
My sweat creates rivers down my chest.
A silent tear falls down my face.

The audience become more estatic
The weapons arrive. The tools of our work
The sword is placed in my hand
A warhammer is heaved unto his

Ding dong. The bell is rang.
The warhammer is clumsily waved at me
I fumble the sword and its lost
and then found by my foe

The hammer is carefully thrown at me
I jump. It hits my legs. I fall.
All hope is gone. But I crawl.
To hoist the hammer high

"Ding dong" I wish the bell could ring.
Instead I'll hear "Swoosh". Then I see her.
My love. Sitting right over there
in the crowd.

The sword is swung. The blow is dealt.
A blow to her too. And yet
I have won freedom from life.
And in death shall we meet, my love.