A night like
so many others,
they blend into
the fabric
of an endless
fever-dream.
You hear them chanting
your sacred name.
The curtain lifts.
the lights blind you
power chords take wing,
soaring...
each one a scream
from the threshold
of your soul.
You are their hunger
The God of Rock
the guitar hero
with golden throat
and axe in hand.
Young and firm,
the women offer
their bodies,
a sacrifice
for your pleasure.
The arena shakes--
crowds roar in madness--
they are your worshipers,
Until the next god comes along.
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Sandie Angel a.k.a. May Lu :o)
Excellent piece.
PJ
You captured this perfectly!
~Excellent!!
~~Linda~~