They used to fight here every day.

Furious flurries with tools of sharpened metal and wood.

Crowds would stand up from their seats, crying out for blood or mercy.

Whatever entertained.

Kings offered acclaim and cunning lords plotted demise.

Warriors rose and warriors fell under their watch.

It was the city’s finest show.

Now, beneath the waves, only colorful coral here contend.

And the fish, seeking shelter in dark archways, care not for their slow, bloodless, brawl.