Awake, Bronze Gladiator

Another dark poem about the future of man. Hopefully not a prophetic one. Enjoy. 🙂

HoneyGwhiz

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He fought in battles.
Until lady luck lost.
Broken and battered.
They brought him in.

Fighting for his life.
Body parts to be replaced.
Drugged; then asleep.
His soul tormented.

From the melting furnace.
Liquid metal poured out.
Knitting flesh and metal.
A new dawn of Frankenstien.

The artist uses a scalpel.
The flesh endures pain.
Gears twined with muscles.
Perfection sought after.

The robotic hand, deadly.
Imagine the crushing of skulls.
Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde enters.
But Frankenstien rules.

This human was tough.
But now, unstoppable.
Programmed with commands.
This one exceeds beyond.

Before me, he stands.
Polished bronze with gears.
And ripples of muscles.
This perfect bronze warrior.

Into the reality of dreamscape.
A future within a realm.
This vision before me.
Awake, Bronze Gladiator.

By C.E. Pereira
(19-5-2019)

This is written for May Speculative Fiction #Writingprompt hosted by D. Wallace Peach at…

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10 thoughts on “Awake, Bronze Gladiator

  1. Jan Sikes says:

    Another amazingly creative perspective shared on this prompt!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Sadje says:

    Wonderfully written

    Like

  3. Jen Goldie says:

    Nicely penned and a bit scary. Well done! 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

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