In The Colosseum 5.13.2012

He wears the battle bloodied uniform of his rank.

      My hair hangs loose, my body’s bare.

      He stares unflinching. All I see in his eyes are the screams of the deceased, the cries of the maimed. He is responsible. He epitomizes all I abhor.

 Hatred burns in my vision, consuming me like fire.

 He had brought the fire, destroyed all in his path.

 The wind that followed, carried the element, had caressed it. Destruction. There was only death in his wake. He was responsible for all. The charred bodies, the maimed.

 In these final moments, he will pay his dues.