Bullfighting

Hey torero you are so brave
raging the bull
making him bleed and suffer.
Listen to the cheering
echoed all in bloodthirst.
Hidden vampires are out:
Hey, you, the torero my hero,
make sure to kill him not before he suffered enough.
It is a pity to let such magnificent beast go to waste
We paid to be entertained, you know.

The bull was on the redden grill.
Skewers were merciless.

O death you are so merciful!

The blood is shed.
The diner now
is served.