The Last Strike Of The Matador..(Leave A Link)
The Last strike of the Matador..
As the Raging Bull Stands, And Glances at its opponent..
The Young Man Grasps, At his Sharply - Grand Component..
Both Fuled by anger..
In sun light, Blinding their Vision..
The Bulls Instinct desision,is inflict a botched insision..
The crowd roares like a lion, Urging for more atacks..
Blood sports cause hurt,But its concerne these people lack..
The people stand and tease,Yell obscenities through the stadium..
As they hope to see their hero,Strike the beast with his Vanadium..
They Reach for this mans podium,But their lifes were still at use..
They stood firmly on the ground, the dust was gatherd on his shoes..
The Monsterous Towering bull,made sudden changes in his stance..
He made a run to take the life,Of he who dared stare his Glance..
The dusty orange plain,Was kicked into the air..
Nowhere - The bull was seen..Only the Matador cared..
He Panicked for his life, Heard the run..Sword in his hand..
Nothing he could doU....ntil the dusty air landed..
The Bull had dissapeared,By now he stood - Atackin Mode..
He turned left,ninety degrees,The Bull was ready to explode..
By now the crowd sat down silent,Knowing - what was to come..
The Youngsters heart beats like a drum,Urging the bull to run..
The Beast made steps to make a dash,The crowd - Watchin with awe..
Knowing the skillful Matadore,Would change this beast, To Be no more..
The Monster sprinted with a pace, That no man ever would predicted..
This sickenin moment ended quickly, With the outcome..So destinctive..
The crowd sat silent.Sumtimes whispered, "What is the Result.?"...
Did their hero end the battle, so they can all express exult..
The Dust settles as they watched,The bull Lived, to their suprize..
They saw the youngster on the floor, A pool of blood, He did not....SURVIVE..
