[Frank]

The spear spiraled with a splintering twist - curving into the clouds, and whirling down with a merciless sound...
Perched in the lounge: the Emperor observes the murderous crowd - motioning to his spectators surging devout…
Golden goblet quenching the thirst from his mouth: A slave waving a leaf over the perfect crown,
Fanning the sweat dispersed from his perked up brow
The Emperor is learning about a Gladiator emerging with a certain clout
Shackled in chains: he’s worthlessly bounded to a dirt mound, furiously frowned
Behind the Coliseums curtains it's concernedly foul... the reoccurring growl of Lions, Tigers, and Bears, circling, unnervingly roused
Vermin scurry around, merchants lurking in subservient gowns, Slaves pick up on the vibration through the earths' diverging ground...
The Gladiator churned his joust into the Lion, that squirmed and pounced, its claws irkingly gouged
Blood squirting, the crowd went berserk, as the proud cat lie in the corner hurting
The howl - as the Gladiator hurled his joust into the Tiger - that purringly prowled
He purposefully ploughed his weapon into the side of the Bears neck, curbing the sow, inverting its snout
The Emperor smirked wowed, from the lofty coliseum box seats, he yearningly shouted into the turbulent sound
The Gladiator worked the crowd until the reverb astounded, twirling his joust at the Emperor, shirkingly crouched
“Slave, are you not sane!”
The Emperor sent out his soldiers, who herded around the Gladiator, converging and scowled
“YOU WORSHIP AND BOW!” The Gladiator reverses the Persians joust, jerkingly jousting into their armor suits - lurchingly slouched
Slurring with blood squirting from their bursting mouths, they gurgle and drown, blood curdling
Now the Gladiator is exerted, cursing this town, who chant his name like rehearsing a vow
The Emperors stunned by the merging affirming vouch, unanimous, the concurring house, blurts “Oust!”
The Coliseum torches burn profound in the kerosene they were doused and whirled around
The thirsty crowd repeats the Gladiators name disturbingly aloud, as the Emperor looks on, underneath the birds enshroud
The urging crowd urged aloud, as the Emperor sat through a third denouncement: impervious to the blurring slur of “Oust”
“Oust!”
The Gladiator prepares himself for the worst
“Oust”
But the Emperor assertively allows the Gladiator to fight another day, after a superb bout
Earning the clout, The Emperor still passes judgment on the gladiator with his thumb turned down