Torero (Torres)
¶ 1
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Fighting for survival
In this race against time
Strength and determination wane
Distant death bells chime
¶ 2
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Lances stab at muscle
Excited aficionados demand
Wicked barbs and seeping blood
Finally, they seize command
¶ 3
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Confident grace, matador waits
A charge to the cape of red
Masterful, he turns his back
Sword flashes, a beast is dead
¶ 4
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Severed ears to Fernando
Athlete, artist, his fatal blow
Witnesses to a legend’s birth
People stand and roses throw
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