The Matadors (Part Iii) Poem by Nick Hilton

And hailed they are once,
They have left the circus of death,
They are men of courage,
And determination,
The young ladies of Spain,
Cry for them,
The Gusta Chicas will,
Only satisfy them,
To be a great Matador,
They must not only slay the beast,
But proceed afterwards,
With dignity and nobility,
Until such time as,
They will stop from,
The art and settle down,
Perhaps with someone from,
The glory days,
And the age of the true,
Matadors of Spain,
For now there are few,
Greats and many hopefuls,
But the driving spirit in them,
Is failing and the beast,
Grows stronger.