She was the vehicle that ultimately was her end.
The beginning of solemnity and sorrow.
Within him, a raging bull grunted in frustration,
as the crossroads were flashing red.
Leaving consciousness dazed,
the clowns pranced around
as the bull charged ahead.
Clowns flew, and suddenly the bull and clowns were one and the same.
It was clear, both share a death wish
With the bull left to bite the bullet.