“A tired man lay down his head in a dusty room so dim, and for so long his wife did shake and yell to waken him. Meanwhile his thoughts, his dreams, did stir of sandy, red bullfights, of powder-blasts in the air and carnival delights. Yet still his wife was in despair in a dusty room so dim, for she knew death was a whore not far from tempting him.” DeathPoetryDyingDespairDreamingBullsHusband And WifeFireworksCarnivalsHusband And Wife RelationshipWhoreCarnivalCarnavalWhoresDying At HomeBull FightersBull FightsDeath DreamTorredor Author:Roman Payne