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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392525" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>L X I X</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392525" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And in Roman times, as in modern times, <br>hungry men, pleasured in fawn...<br>'Twas a gladiators cup to imbibe from, <br>after running blades 'cross th' necks, of they...<br>whose god or science were of different air.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392525" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And, women turned warm, and ogled, <br>at th' thought of the warrior's prowess; <br>losing purity, at th' notion of bloodthirst.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392525" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>And sometimes at night, ther'd be heard, <br>an echo, of lions, on the wind....roaring, <br>by th' black of an empty arena, <br>as th' warrior becomes conqueror again; <br>while woman returns th' favour.......in kind.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392525" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And come daybreak...the lions will sleep.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Frank+James+Ryan+Jr.">Frank James Ryan Jr.</a></strong></div>

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