The Bull and the Ballerina by Michael Serapis Freeman

Lead the bull 
by the nose
But what when that gets old?
Make a sport 
of his pain
Taunt him with scarlet cape 
Snorting 
Charging
You turn just so 
Deftly
Wear him down 
Tease him 
to his death
He rages 
You turn just so 
Impale him with a flourish
Bleeding 
Frothing 
You dance while he dies
Now 
with triumphant arm 
you spear his heart
Roses thrown 
You turn just so 
Bow and walk away

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