Shto36u3

Hot shot
Shiny new
Centurion
Upon the
Battlefield

Pristine gleaming
Gladius and mask
Frozen forever in
Dismay As

He looks with
Contempt At
Me and my
Older ways

He will kick
And punch with
Steel glove
Stabbing

With sword
To quickly
Kill me
I

Evade and
Block
And laugh
The same as

When any blade
Strikes my
Armor plate
“Come

on!”
I say
To intimidate
And urge him to

Swing
So that
I may
Parry

“Ad mortem
Inimicus!” As
He stumbles back
Not expecting to

Be
Now under
Attack
And

With a mighty
P...