Where once blood dripped into the sands, and betwixt the very cracks of the arena wall, a silent shadow now witnesses naught but weeds and moss. Where once honourable men, and many less so, fought to a noble death, small birds flit innocently across the warm, drifting sands of dawn.
Underneath a climbing sun the shadow begins to fade – as once again the forgotten gladiator takes his leave of the stage. A stage where once he thrilled and pleasured the people; a stage where he too met his own bloody end at the sword of one more worthy, more honourable – a new champion.
These words form my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge. They also form a belated dedication to the memory of British actor Andy Whitfield, star of Spartacus, who lost his own final battle in 2011, after a fight worthy of any legendary gladiator.