His eyes glowing by the heat of the sun
He starts up his engine
You can hear the roars from miles away
He makes everyone’s smiles go away
The fear of this beast
He see’s the red
He smell’s the red
Starving for the red
The red blood of fear
He see’s the fear in their eyes
They need a spear to survive
He revs his engine
The sand floats
It covers the sky
The beast disappears
Once the the dust disappears
The beast appears
Moved by the rays
He losses his rage
He’s trap in a cage
He wants out
But all they do is shout
He lives in doubt
Never knowing if the bull will make it out
About the Creator
Daren Mejia
Hi, thanks for stopping by and reading my bio .I have moved from west to east coast and been in places. I am here to help you, open up your world to a new perspective you’ve never even imagined. Thanks again and enjoy my works of art.
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