The Colosseum

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Historical Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: July 30, 2018

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Dark shadows fill the rooms
Torches blackened from a fire that has long since died out
While the rocks weep with the morning dew.
 
The ghosts haunt the concrete halls
And sit in the high stone benches
As they await a battle that will never come.
 
Rusted metal and broken spears
Litter the dirt where the mighty had once stood
Pieces of warriors that no longer breathe
They are all that is left of a once great society.
 
The cracks and vines go up the walls
While the ghosts still haunt these never ending halls.
 
A throne that sits atop the magnificent gallery
Mable stone that was cracked but sturdy
Has fallen into rubble and ruin.
 
There is no one left to remember the names
There is no one left to take part
There is no one left


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