A sleepless night... The force is strong! As a new pen discharges on old paper... It's a darkening planet and a herd marching to its slaughter... The board is set, the players take their places. Some represent the future, others will play for the past... A game of No prisoners, all are strong, yet non are weak, soon, the Titans will clash. The bull will charge! The matador will step to the side as he digs the first sword into the defenders back. The defender lost this battle, but the war has just begun... For the first time in history, Both are strong! Both heavily armed and both have been here before... A big bull, undefeated and strong, takes on wisdom and pride. The future will challenge the past. The scene is set, "ENTER" has been pressed, the snowball heads down hill... Words become actions, each one adding a layer of snow as the ball tumbles down. A white streak runs down the bulls neck, elegantly shifting to mid body, as it heads on to decorate his chest.
