Motorcycle Knight

By DarkPaladine

The storm was rageing,it was a blast
the motorcycle knight was alive at last
The storm gave him a powerful need to
get apon his trusty steed.
Into the tempest he must go to feel the
power of the hurricane winds as they blow.
He starts his motor his engines roar he is
off to meet hurricane Isidore
The cops see him and think he is insane
to ride a motorcycle in this driving rain.
This storm she has no friends and beats
apon him with the fury of her winds.
But on and on he goes for sure to meet
this hurricane Isidore.
After an hour he arrives at the shore,
takes off his clothes and stands naked
before Isidore.
She hits him with waves and blowing sands
but on the shore he stays and stands,he
raises his voice to match her roar and
steals the power of Isidore.
She left him that very night she met
her match in the motorcycle knight.
He stood on shore for another hour
feeling very much alive from all her
power.
Soon you could hear his engines roar
he felt alive in Isidore. Now do not
think that he is insane,it is that he
feels alive rideing in a hurricane.

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Published on Monday, September 30, 2002.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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