630. Poem by Jaden Knight

She lay sprawled on the blood drenched sands
looking up at her opponent in terror
the only noise she can hear is the arena crowd
cheering and shouting encouragement

She's unable to carry on fighting
her wounds are numerous and too deep
her white armoured tunic has been stained red
as has parts of her long dark hair
tumbling down her shoulders

Her opponent stands silently above her
sword raised to strike her down
the only thing that is stopping her
is her own face staring back at her

Her own green eyes look back at her pleading
seeking some sort of mercy in the depths
silently begging to be allowed to live
at least until the next defeat

The victor screams and brings the sword down
killing her opponent instantly
it's only when the red mist clears that she realises
that it was all just a frightening dream