By Taliseman
Raise your gladius,
Raise your quaterstave,
The crowd is watching now,
You ready to go?
The spar is intense,
The sweat pouring down,
It's not over til it's over,
someone yeilding, or on the ground.
The bruses are many,
And punctures all around,
You roar and hold back,
And vocal sound.
The ground seems to spin,
The sight getting dizzy,
Man oh man,
That damn ale making me dizzy!
The oppenent falls,
The crowd is cheering,
As the loser of the match,
Has lost his hearing.
You help the loser up,
Give a backslap,
To show it was friendly,
And run to the baths,
For a quick nap.