The Hippodrome Fight: A poem about Justinian the Great




The Hippodrome Fight

by Amelia Ott


The crackle of flames across the street,

The shouts of “Nika!” the patter of feet

Inside the palace lie Justinian the Great,

Ready to escape from his horrible fate.

“Imperial purple is a fine color for a burial shroud.”

Said the Empress Theodora over the crowd.

Sending the General, only the best,

To put his fighting skills up to the test.

The clatter of swords, shouts, and a yell,

Until the rioters finally fell.

Then the code of Justinian was made,

A code of laws that will never fade.

The king that endured so much hate,

Later became known as Justinian the Great.




-Amelia

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