The Matador

the matador rushing in from the wall it gored the warrior with its horns shaking the man like a rag doll till there was nothing left but blood and bones the crowd waited with bated breath till the king signalled another bout the bull snorted a deadly threat as the matador leapt in with a challenging shout he poked he prodded he laughed he nodded he dodged he ran everything was going according to plan the man was very tall and broad he was as agile as a cat his mind was sharper than a sword his muscles rippled with no sign of fat the people cheered the fighter on while the king shook with a fierce ire cause there were not many that were born like the matador with his eyes of fire then suddenly the man sprung and landed in front of the king the poor sod screamed at the top of his lung when the people stood up and started to sing the matador siezed the king by the arm and threw him into the ring below the bull roared with all its charm when it saw not red but dirty yellow the king stood up with a cry of fright the people screamed for a fight the king stared at the deadly sight at the big black bull to his right the bull charged with a terrifying roar the king stood transfixed to the floor there was a sickening thud and a roar of pain the crowd exploded and went insane

all at once a figure leapt in with a cape of red as deadly as sin he drew back his hand and pitched his lance the big black bull had no chance the people fell silent as the bull died with the lance protruding from its side the matador walked out with a steady stride yet no one saw the tear he cried for though the king was a hateful man he was still another human being and that itself is a lesson my friend to take revenge serves no end