El Torro Poem by Franklin Spriggs

El-Torro
The Matador enters into the ring,
In colored garments all so bright,
With piercing eyes and a gallant stride,
It’s El-Torro he must fight.

As the red cape twirls around the ring,
It’s El-Torro he must face,
His heart beats fast for when at last,
El-Torro has taken his place.

El- Torro stomps his leg,
As dirt flies into the air,
A blast from his nostrils signify,
Of the Matador he does not care.

As the rage begins between the two,
Shouts of the crowd echo high,
For on this day of combat spray,
One of them must die.

El-Torro with his eyes of red,
Charges around the ring,
In this arena of life and death,
Honor it must bring.

El-Torros horns cut deep and wide,
The Matador has met his fate,
El-Torro strides in gallant pride,
Back into his gate.

The crowd looks on in sorrowed eyes,
As the Matador is carried away,
Like others who fought before him,
El –Torro is the victor today.

Author.
Franklin Spriggs