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The Last Breath of Bulls

They came with horns of thunder,
hooves pounding gold from earth,
a decade’s dance in roaring winds,
each sunrise glinting mirth.

They charged through fields of candlesticks,
green banners held aloft,
dreams stacked on dreams, layer by layer,
voices rising, soft to rough.

But markets tire as all beasts do,
the grass runs dry and thin,
greed’s fattened calves now restless,
as silence crowds the din.

A tremor in the trading halls,
screens blinking red, then grey,
the bulls look up at iron clouds,
no dawn in this new day.

They stand, bewildered, heavy,
in fields now tinged with frost,
the horns that once carved futures bright,
bowed under the cost.

The end comes not with fury,
but a quiet pulling thread,
the bullish songs that once were sung,
now whispers of the dead.

Yet even as the bulls lie down,
the soil still holds the sun,
for from the hush of fallen hooves,
new seasons will be spun.

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