The black hoof strikes down the ground
Pulling back the earth with a scary sound
A second hoof pulls splashes from the rain
Red eyes reflecting with hateful distain
Measuring the matador for deadly pain
.. .
Snorts and head shakes, the matador touts
Drips of courage slings out bully’s mouth
Muscles flexing in crossbow wound tension
His head drops down with bad intentions
.. .
He scars the earth with a couple more scrapes
And begins his charge at the matadors cape
Huffing bull sounds in a killer hate escapes
His plans to forget the cape, focus on the man
Another matador carried away from the Olay stands
.. .
Back tomorrow this champion with a plan, “El Diablo”
