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Awake, Bronze Gladiator

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Pixabay image by Brigitte Werner

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 Myths of the Mirror.