Renault's Ancients

I leap the bull.

Tomorrow, my turn will come—to run, to grasp, to dance, to land. (With the grace of the god, by the skill of my team.)

I leap the bull.

Today, my turn will come to face the bull—to stare in the eyes of the god, my fate in his hands, on his horns.

I leap the bull.

I face the horns, the dance, the thrust, the air. To the hands of the catcher, in the hand of the god, I leap the bull.

The horns are sharp.

I leap the bull.