Speed

In an instant, the ride overtakes his fear

He lets it go. He's got the gear.

He smiles as the wheels grind the mud 

He's a beast unleashed of noble blood!

His pulse beats him to a spear-like form 

He's God's own son past the south side storm

His bike - an icicle, stabs the cruel night 

To give him the power for his raucous flight.

The chill of dusk - a warmth upon his chest 

Has made him a part of this midnight fest.

The air was now licking his soul,

As he burns like a rascal on wretched roads. 

Fuel he extracts from the dust he breathes 

To pluck his past from life's greed 

His will comes alive to avenge his life 

From the tears, he'd spent alone on his bike. 

And now with a zeal like never before 

He rides when the world is at its snore.

A meteor on the horizon; he's picturesque 

He leaves as he goes - his husky hues. 

He thrashes the night with such a verve 

That his passion had risen to burst his nerve. 

Because, this was he, his timely feed 

To himself - a racer of light speed!