The Bullfighter's Stand
In the ring, under blazing sun,
Stands the bull, fierce, on the run.
I, the matador, with focused eye,
Face the beast, no room to sigh.
Cape unfurls, in this daring show,
Dance begins, hearts aflow.
Muscles tense, each move I plan,
Facing danger, the fearless man.
The bull charges, a force untamed,
I sidestep quick, unashamed.
Cloak and sword, tools in hand,
Against this beast, I take my stand.
Crowd's cheer echoes, a distant sound,
In this arena, where strength is found.
In this clash, a story told,
Of courage, honor, both so bold.
In the fight of horn and might,
We duel on, into the night.
Matador's tale, in this grand land,
A warrior's heart, hand in hand.
Copyright © Mike Roberts | Year Posted 2023
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