Was years ago, they broke in to my love’s house
What was done to her, sic beyond belief
Leaving her dead and in crimson sheets
I found her that day, yes that day of change
No police ever found the ones that did such deeds
Yet I fashioned Nemesis, yes glorious Nemesis
Together we hunted in the shadows dark
Beautiful, pure Nemesis and I for those that killed my love
Yes we found them, that glorious night
Hiding in the shadows, they did not see
The animals talked about their vile deed
As an honorable act of courage and might
Nay they will find their true test I thought
When they left their pack of demons I followed
In the shadows we trailed the foul demons
Till just the right time we faced them bold
Oh Glorious Nemesis did work wonders that night
Vengeance for my love was ever so complete
Then to Neptune’s home we went to feed
His mighty pets of just repose we gave a divine meal
Neptune has since punished me for my bold act
Even though I have prayed forgiveness
Neptune’s forgiveness is a curse upon the soul
And forever does it dwell in dementia’s undoing
Nay now I not love, for my love is a curse
It is a poison to love me, and pain surely comes
Oh Neptune why hath thou cursed me so
With this punishment for justice found
Has been years and he no longer speaks
Neptune’s laughter nay fills my nights no more
Solitude is all I now know in this shallow life
Just Nemesis and my soul live in harmony
Today, what’s this sounds from outside
The ones that could not find the killers of my love
Now come and seek me, the vengeance of the weak
Nay this not be the way, yet they speak as I am demon
Nay Nemesis has never known but love and justice
What they claim is not so, but wicked lies
Yet, I cannot bring Nemesis out into this
She has never known hate, and today would crush her soul
I wrap Nemesis in a clean oilcloth to hide her pure
From my collection I take a Gladius and step
As I face the door, I hear the roar of the crowds
As I prepare to enter the arena of honor
I step out and face the crowds and smile
The guards line the walls as tradition demans
I raise my hands high with my sword erect
Ave caesar! Morituri te salutamus, I call
The crowd roars again and the sound of many feet stomping echoes
Then a new sound comes, and the Cohort’s spears dance with fire
Hundreds of iron darts plague my flesh, tearing my without honor
What foulness is this I cry in disgust of such cowardness
Eram quod es, eris quod sum I say to my assailants
As I fall to the ground in my oozing shame
For the cowards stand and fear the wrath of a man
Not to face him in bold honor brave of skill
Vae victo, vae vicits, eases from me as the blue turns black
I lie on the ground with my victors circling in their glory
What glory they find is that of one defeated before the battle
I feel my soul depart to the Elysian Fields where I will be rewarded
Author notes
Ave caesar! Morituri te salutamus; Hail Ceaser! We who are about to die Salute thee!
Eram quod es, eris quod sum; I was what you are, you will be what I am
Vae victo, vae vicits; Woe to the vanquished men, woe to the vanquished people
Written September 22nd, 2005
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Beautiful sensational write... I wonder where such inspiration for this piece came from... had you recently watched gladiator or spartikus or something of the sort... I wish I could get inside everyone's mind and know what made them write and why. I feel I would be better at explaining things if I had a better understanding of why people write what they do. Thanks for the great read. Also, sorry we haven't been in touch, I've been extremely busy for awhile and my writing kind of died off... Over my absence at allpoetry i've done lots of things, one is get married
and I'd love for you to read my handful of new writes.
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Hello Pierre..Just stopped in to check on a poet.. collaboration with Touchof1der.. but read this and totally different style but a dark awesome piece here.. going to book mark your poetry ..thank you for sharing and good luck..Linda
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Pierre,
Always liked stories about the gladiators. Sorry about the fellow in the poem. Apparently crimes and brutality aren't completely relegated to this era of ours!
Need a "d" in S11L2 "demands".
In case the AP Spelling Police come around!LOL
Beautifully intricately narrated piece!
Regards.................................John -
excellent
why strange....? you are the master of "choosing wordings"... very creatively done, i read it twice and each time I went deeper and deeper.... great piece... -
Thank you my sweet friend!
I am not sure about this piece... it is a strrange one even for me..
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This is such a dark, powerful piece. I am not one to usually get into something of this nature but your words kept me rivoted and I found myself enjoying it a great deal. I read this and feel the words flew from your pen with such force and determination and I am stunned. Great job!
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Superb!!!
The imagery is very creative and the story of a brave man who stands and fights till the end against all odds is wonderfully expressed. The words you have chosen are like magic adding to the flair of the mythical Characters exemplified here.
You always manage to amaze us readers, Dan with yoru wonderful talent and words of magic. Simply superb!!!
Love and blessings from India - Joel - -
are you being blamed for someone's death? I have been to the very arena of which you speek. They have fat men dressed as gladiators now, and you can pose with them to have your picture taken. Stray cats rome the arenas where lions once fought. It's kind of like what they did to the alamo.. It's shameful.
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Dark and emotional, and yes, perhaps the words and acts of a madman. Very good writing, Dan, the story within this poem kept me reading, anxious to see what came next.
Dee
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Wow, what a write. I'm speechless. You have gone so indepth with this write. It is truly amazing.
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