Toro

We danced, in the faces of each other's imminent demises. The passion in your pupil, framed by your crimson iris, entices me nearer. Today, I will take you down. Come running to me; I am unwavering in my stance. I will stand firm, by your side.

Circumnavigating our own little word in seconds split between, you and I.

Time slows for our feet; crowds clap to the beat, of our enraptured moments. The heat goes unnoticed. I know your rage- I play into it's deafening anguish. Unrequited pursuit brought you to me, and then around to your senses. I traced the outline of your spine with the tips of my fingers. I'm wearing you down with infernal persistence. You will feel the fire pierce your shoulder blades, into your heart.

I am a gentle killer- this wont hurt; trust me.

One last charge: you lowered your head, as if to bow to the crown destiny bestows upon thee, now. Turning away, I drove the blade down smoothly, through the muscle mass, in the spot only I know how to touch. You stumbled off, alone, for the last time. The blindfold eased the bitterness of defeat.

Staggering- you fell into my arms, bleeding.

I nuzzled your muzzle and nudged you with my shoulder, as if to tell you it was safe to let go. There is no sense in holding on much longer. Finally, I felt your neck loosen as your breathing slowed. Surrender. Your soul is awaiting its fate.

Patience draws you closer, breath by breath, as silence enfolds you.

You cannot even say you love me, but I know. Your eyes give you away. They shine the brightest when I quench their flames. You won't be felled. I will make you mine, and put you out of your pain, out of the goodness of my heart- for yours.

-Matador