The Vespasian Colosseum..... His father told him stories how he fought exciting battles here numerous of times, to test his strength, to train his students, and test his pupils. Though none of the stories hold true to the beauty of the real deal, it is a truly remarkable piece of work.
Standing on top of step of the colosseum, letting the brisk cool air flow through his air, he was actually in the real colesseum, I wonder how battle he fought went about, or if he accidentally killed someone before... He was beginning to realize how little he knew about his own father.... How could he know so little? Or why has he never asked.... His father knew his own strength though... He wouldn't nearly kill someone in cold blood... Would he?
So many questions so little time, what to do when the clock strikes two? What will the world come too when its too to late to apologize, cause everything is blue for him and himself, and he ain't go nobody to listen... Echo.
He pulled his black sash over his face, and stared out into the fields of lightning.
[MFT - 191]
Standing on top of step of the colosseum, letting the brisk cool air flow through his air, he was actually in the real colesseum, I wonder how battle he fought went about, or if he accidentally killed someone before... He was beginning to realize how little he knew about his own father.... How could he know so little? Or why has he never asked.... His father knew his own strength though... He wouldn't nearly kill someone in cold blood... Would he?
So many questions so little time, what to do when the clock strikes two? What will the world come too when its too to late to apologize, cause everything is blue for him and himself, and he ain't go nobody to listen... Echo.
He pulled his black sash over his face, and stared out into the fields of lightning.
[MFT - 191]