"Iron Will"
Silently, he prays
His hands tightly sealed to one another
As the grains of sand fall one by one out of his grasp
He runs his palms together
Speaking softly to his loved ones on the other side
The soft winds blow through the blades of wheat
His now empty hand sweeping them gently
A revelation of their return to his arms
Embracing his heir, his son
His visions of Elysium are nearing of his child and wife
The beautiful face he once forgotten
The arena is filled with the chants of his name
Angering the stingy Emperor who sits up in the pulpit, staring down at him
His stare is vengeful; his eyes are icy, despising this one name
As they cheer on this one man, his enemy
For his enemy was to be the leader of their country
But as his family was taken, his throne was taken as well
His friends have been murdered as he longs to escape
But the one son of the Empress has said too much
And he is trapped and tortured, injured
Bearing on the pain, then thrown into the arena
Walking through the falling petals, the path of the Gladiator
Now face to face, their blows are as strong as their long for revenge
One of peace, one of hatred, each man fighting with their iron will
The Spaniard known as the Gladiator fights reluctantly against the emperor
His name chanted from the mouths of his followers
With one swift movement, the Emperor is slain
The Gladiator falls to the ground in pain
His body is broken and bleeding, struggling to hold on
As those who watch on gasp in wonder
The Empress runs quickly to his side
Her dress flowing majestically in the wind
Her child, in sadness as he watches the gladiator pass
His Iron Will releases his hold on life, dying on the arena floor
She praises his name and rules supreme
As he continues to the other side
Now reunited with his family, his world once taken from him
His Iron Will forever reminisced upon
As he lives now in serenity