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.