Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Beneath the scorching Roman sun,

Where battles fought and glories won,

A gladiator stood, his heart confined,

In chains of duty, his dreams resigned.

Marcus, a warrior of unmatched skill, was the pride of the Colosseum. His victories in the arena had earned him fame, yet behind the roar of the crowd, his heart yearned for something the sword could not claim. Life for Marcus was a constant struggle against his opponents, against his masters, and against the emptiness that filled his nights.

But beneath the armour, fires burned within,

A secret yearning, when would it begin.

For love unspoken, forbidden, true,

A heart’s rebellion, the world never knew.

One fateful day, as Marcus prepared for yet another fight, a new face appeared in the training grounds: a scribe named Cassius, sent by the emperor to document the games. Cassius was slender, with ink-stained fingers and a gaze that seemed to see into Marcus’s soul.

Through parchment pages, fate entwined,

The gladiator and the scribe combined.

In stolen glances, hearts were laid bare,

A love unspoken, beyond compare.

(Yes, a love unspoken beyond compare.)

At first, their conversations were brief, under the guise of interviews about Marcus’s training and victories. But soon, they began meeting in secret under the moonlit arches of the Colosseum.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

In shadowed halls, their whispers grew,

A bond forbidden, their love grew true.

With every moment, their hearts took flight,

Defying the chains, embracing each night.

Cassius would read Marcus poetry—verses about freedom, love, and stars that shone despite the darkness. Marcus, in return, shared stories of his battles, of the life he dreamed of beyond the arena.

But whispers spread, as whispers do,

Of love that bloomed where danger grew.

The emperor’s ire, a wrath so cold,

Their secret tale was swiftly told.

One morning, Marcus was summoned before the emperor. Cassius had been accused of distracting the gladiators from their duty, and Marcus was ordered to prove his loyalty by fighting a match to the death, a spectacle meant to crush his spirit.

With Cassius watching, his heart stood still,

The arena called for blood to spill.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

But Marcus vowed, with every breath,

Their love would triumph even over death.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

But Marcus vowed, with every breath,

Their love would triumph even over death.

In the arena, Marcus fought with unmatched ferocity, not for the crowd, but for Cassius. His opponent fell, and the crowd erupted in cheers, but Marcus’s victory was hollow without the one he loved.

Through fire and fury, their bond remained,

A love eternal, untouched, unstained.

They fled the city, left chains behind,

Freedom their anthem, their hearts aligned.

Under the cover of night, Marcus and Cassius escaped Rome, finding refuge in the northern land of the Gauls, where they could live openly, free from the shadows.

Now under stars, their story is sung,

Of love forbidden, yet bravely begun.

A gladiator’s strength, a scribe’s soft hand,

Together they thrive in that northern land.

Yes, together they thrive in that northern land.

Their tale became a legend, whispered by those who dared to dream of love unchained, even in the harshest of times.