Steve the Gladiator
Dreamed of a life with fairies
Flash of steel in the bright summer sky
Life in the arena was nothing like the stories
His heart was hardened each time he fought
Praying his life would soon be bought
Dreams of love no longer alive
Dreams of freedom only in his mind
Amidst a bed of thunderous cheers
His arm reached stiffly for one last beer
They cheered, called many a name
But glory was never the same
His thoughts were of fairies with shoes of gold
But soon Steve’s dreams were sold
Gone is the gladiator, never to be seen again
Ripped from life from an unfair whim
Silence fell, no more roars
And Steve the Gladiator was no more