it rang with sparks of hot electricity
fire and steam clouding the air
flashes cracking the sky like wayward bolts of lightning
twenty thousand hearts imploding with static
they screamed their throats out to sweet child o mine
they got lost in the melodies of the black parade all night
they went stomp stomp clap and rocked till the dawn was born
legend has it if you listen close enough you can still hear the legends long gone
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thirty day writing challenge #1 (nov 2019)
Poetrya poem a day. thirty days. attempt number one.