The Ancient Ways Of The Bulls Poem by Anhelica Velasqsuez

I once witnessed a horrific site
Two bulls in a disastrous fight
Flesh was torn
And blood poured
One was black and one was white
One was dark and one was light
Each had a price to be discovered
But don’t judge the book by its cover
To look through the beasts disguise
And to use it to your own demise

White is darkness in true form
Evil and everything more than harm
With in white you can see
Every shadow on he
Eyes as black as obsidian
Smells of death and the end
No more hope, too much pain
And a price too great
Not to mention the other quirk
The only way to live and make it work

With one bull must stay the other
To keep balance and keep order

Black is light
See it shine into the night
As the stars give off all that’s right
But thus too has a price
Whether is mean nor its nice
When the horns are locked
The blood has been sprayed
Its only enough to keep him at bay
In light there follows darkness
And in the dark you can find light
Although the battle is full of rage
And masculine power
Thus shows that light
Will always be there to
Challenge the other

Thus the true story
Of the bulls of life
And be warned
The bulls must battle
Or the other WILL over power
Which depends nothing is well
Without both to balance
Good is not always good
And bad is not always bad
its how its been since the
ancient ways of the bulls
its just life