The Rush

The crow’s caw reverberates in the quiet streets
Heavy, pounding footsteps replace the silent corner
Hoof beats travel with DOOM attached to its back.
Cries, wails of desperate pleas, turn few heads.
A wooden platform in center stage

Applause from all around-
Help create the red glow.
Silence twisted into cheers,
Screams for more produced from within the ever-growing crowd.
At every rush, every drop,

Ecstatic delights heighten as it rises once more
Don’t stop because of the helpless groveling
Keep the appeasement going for as long as possible
Until at long last there is no more
And in the defining silence, you have become victorious.