#24

Running in Pamplona

What here is something shining on the wall?
I should search it 'fore nighttime's sudden fall.
My lover, some secret woman, left it here
For my belabored, battered body's stay of fear
The best of tricks, this thing, left for me to find
Other suitors passed it over stupid, blind.
I find her golden ring in the crack of brick.
'Twas wedged tightly by my maiden and I pick
At yet my prize, my paradise, it will not yield.
Seems to be with tombish efforts it was sealed.
There is a rumbling, my heart, prepared to shatter
The doom ensconces my ambition, growing patter
Its beating 'whelmed me, as had the challenge faced
Then a force, the bulls, forgotten in the race
I am now joined with wall, my goal, and surely dead.
My lover, she shall know my truth by stain of red.