The Devils Cheer
The Devils Cheer
Hours come and moments go.
The sun. The rain, wind and snow.
All remain just once to know.
A fleeting glimpse of the riders show.
One thousand pounds of iron and steel.
Rubbers inch grips road each wheel.
The weight upon the seat seems real.
The mass below? No longer feel.
A single beam for which to see.
That guiding ray calls, “Come to me”.
Ahead here setting fixed to free.
Fog to stray familiar into mystery.
A rattling chain spins to whir.
The growl of life becomes a blur.
Thick false in truth begins to stir.
The mind-on-ride will soon concur.
Gone is voice or human sound.
The rush of wind turns life around.
With birds above that left the ground.
Truth and peace are here and found.
The engine pounds its bold cliché.
Mufflers rage fits ears parfait.
Damp and dusk sway scenes that play.
Great distance pleads from faraway.
Into the haze beyond through night.
The senses aimed at guiding light.
Through mist beams staff cuts short the sight.
Surprised by curve must lean to right.
A twist of grip yields gravity’s defeat.
Nights vapored chill turns quick to heat.
This soothing warmth from hell to greet.
Near top God’s smell of rotting meat.
Tonight to live – must yet to die.
Said, “I’ll be back” with hand up high.
When is why lest I say Goodbye.
A hard left U sends sparks to fly.
Back should be the same to steer.
Seems farther now and less so near.
The guiding light shines not as clear.
“Keep going” comes the Devils cheer.
The rumble / roar of freedoms lust.
Watered eyes from random dust.
This ride below will flake and rust.
Until it does - she has my trust.
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