I do not own 'The Eagle' because if I did there would be a very alternative ending…
It was then that I saw him
The man I came to love
He was broken but brave
Enslaved but righteous
His eyes held stories of war and the unknown.
I watched him as the he was thrown
Beaten and laughed at
A slave against a great Gladiator
He was to die
Forgotten in the fight.
I saw his face
Plastered with blood yet staying strong
His hands holding no weapon
He whimpered, accepting his fate
I had to save him.
Save him so I could love him
Let him hold me in my pain
My slave, my friend, my confidant
Knowing that one day
He would save me too.
