A Fight Of A Lifetime

A matador with strength to prove ,

an audience to wow .

No fear allowed to play this game,

no one to teach you how.

A raging bull, fear in the air,

it paws the earth with power .

Snorts out a breath of warning,

intent to grind your bones to powder.

The crowd gets quiet,

the matador raises his cape up.

The bull lowers his head, and starts to charge,

the audience erupts.

A swirl of dust, and pounding hooves,

the matador prepares.

He straitens out his cape,

and slightly shakes his hair.

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He is sleek and slim, yet muscular

a real lady’s man.

He challenges the bull

he taunts him with his hands.

The bull too, is marvelous ,

the best that one can find.

To someone unprofessional,

would send shivers down your spine.

Specimens like these are rare ,

not just any one would dare .

They have been bred for battles like this,

no other can compare.

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Who will be the victor,

who will be left to die?

Soon, we will know the answer,

one lost, one glorified !

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In this moment fear and pageantry,

share the same arena .

Shear strength and glorious majesty,

like a fine-tuned, well-oiled machine .

Opponents taking a dangerous risk ,

a scene of life and death.

A battle to the end ,

until only one is left.

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The matador begins things ,

he waves his cape to start the challenge .

The bull exploding from the gate,

knocking him off balance .

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A flash of red and black swirls ,

the pace is fast and furious .

The matador masterfully wields his blade ,

finds the bull quick and contrarious .

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Swinging the blade, he misses his mark ,

the bull’s horns have better aim .

The matador adjusts himself ,

sets the blade to flame .

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The bull turns around to run again,

fire glows deep in his eyes.

He rushes toward the target,

dirt and embers fly .

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The massive beast strikes once again ,

his target feels the blow .

The matador gets up with pain ,

gives the crowd a spectacular show.

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He is bleeding from his shoulder,

his pant leg is torn a bit .

He turns and faces pure rage ,

as he gets the blade relit .

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The bull is crazed with excitement ,

his bellowing is insane .

The crowd is roaring louder,

chanting out his name !

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“Perfect Storm, Perfect Storm” ,

they hollered, Perfect Storm, they called .

They tried to get his attention ,

he paid no mind to them at all.

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The match has come down to it ,

It’s either beauty or the beast .

Right now, the bull looks famished,

he is looking for a feast.

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Another blow could end this ,

the man may just have met his match .

He had better get it together ,

if he has any chance to last .

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The crowd is screaming louder,

the bull is thirsty for some blood .

He spins the matador around ,

and drives him in the mud .

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He scrambles to his feet ,

puts his arm out in defense .

The bull is charging at full speed,

The crowd gasps loudly in suspense.

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He manages to get his blade ,

the bull turns back around .

It penetrates its shoulder blade,

as he is knocked back to the ground .

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The pain just makes him angrier ,

he lunges low to keep him down .

Hard and fast like a mac truck,

moved like wet snow with a plow.

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The crowd is now up on their feet ,

the doctor waiting in the wings .

But they say nothing’s really over,

until the fat lady stands and sings.

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The bull pins the matador’s body ,

firmly to the ground .

The pain he feels is obvious ,

the crowd doesn’t make a sound .

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He presses even harder ,

the man wrenching, screams in pain .

For a moment all seems dire,

until he calls the bull by name.

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Perfect storm……

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Was it luck or maybe sympathy,

that caused the bull to stop?

Leaving the matador in a pile bleeding,

in disbelief and shock .

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No one will ever know for sure,

why the bull saw fit to save him .

When the matador came face to face,

with a bull as it was raging!