The Taurus

I look and all I see is a Bull fight and all I can do is laugh

A certain Taurus tramples to and fro, fiery are his eyes

Fire in a certain Taurus's eyes, but he can't see through the ashes

And like a phoenix the Taurus begets more flames, the ash is the fuel

A game of cat and mouse more than a bull fight

Despite it's huff and billows, the certain Taurus fails

I know the sharp horns of this Taurus

I know its horns stabbed hearts before

But now its horns stray off course.

A certain Taurus charges with fury in a hurry

The Taurus thinks the more charges it makes

The more likely the matador shall meet his fate

But the Taurus is a fool, an angry fool

The Taurus should know when to act for the bull is old

But that is an obvious fact

A cetian Taurus is tired now and it gives a final charge

The Taurus falls for the mirage

The clever matador is the victor, he gives thanks to The Art of War

Away with the red cape and unsheathe thy sword

So, doesthe clever matador

With his needle-like sword, the matador slays the certain Taurus

And that is all there is to write.