Triumph by A.R.C.

It all makes sense

For years

I've wondered

Why do gladiators

Yell? 

What emotions

Are running through

Their veins?

Having now

Experienced it

Firsthand

Hands shaking

From the sheer excess

Of adrenaline

Fear of dying

Mixed with elation

From winning

Overcoming the 

Immense impending

Danger

Present not too long ago

Yelling outright

Was a form of release

An outlet for all

The pent up emotion

A cry for victory

Knowing that freedom

Was short-lived

But well-deserved

For in that very

Moment

All that mattered

Was the triumph