Ode to a Fighting BullA Poem by Alice AriesI tend to come across a bit old hat when writing poetry, so I thought i'd have a stab at an ode.Hot air exudes the nostrils flared while dust clouds rise from pawing hoof. A tonne of wrath with man compared, yet for greed and power he needs proof that blood-spilled battle fuels his hate. So cast mans riddled fear asunder, let gunshot draw wide forth the gate and wave the blood-stained sheet of grey and red defeat, quake fast the bait while legs drive thunder.
Oh, to dance with man is quick in pace, great hide of inked black must twist so quick to track the gallant face of bait so nimble, so swift of wrist that flicks and flits my shining target. He is fox while bulk is hound, his moon in constant orbit; relentless storm of tempered hate tears blind through heat and hollow sound that shameless hysteria creates.
What fools of men would choose to dance with death and pointed horn? Such fools that rather lose their breath than see their honour torn from barely beating breast and limb; from hollow crimson chest. Burn bright the shallow eyes that brim with tears of wasted life. But ah! This is the lavish price of man and beasts contest. © 2013 Alice AriesAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorAlice AriesGlasgow, Glasgow (City of), United KingdomAboutI have always harboured a love for writing; though for me it has, until now, been on a personal basis. Now I find myself studying creative writing and grasping hope of a career in this wide, weird and.. more..Writing
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