Its Metal

Its Metal

A Poem by Dj Golden

A poem for metal heads

In our valley, under the winter sky,
I heard it scream its electric cry
In the valley where none laid eye.

It thundered loud, from some strong grasp
Its rapid sound, echoed in the gap,
It shook the ground with its violent gasp

From somewhere across the valley,
Its steely sound bade me,
"Come to me, little one,"
And to my feet I took to run.

There upon a mountain side,
The player strummed, all wild eyed.
The sound pushed my adrenaline,
Every note like a vitamin.
Thrilling chilling wondrous sound
pushing the leaves about the ground.

It goes on for what seems like days
My lungs no longer needing their pay
A metallic anthem of rock and roll
I cry out, wanting more.

Then from dream I wake at last,
Drawing a much needed breath.
A song in my head plays just once more,
Till my feet touch the floor.

I know I heard its electric cry,
A metal man I saw with my eye.
A guitar player like none before,
An anthem fit for the God of War.

© 2013 Dj Golden

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Added on January 10, 2013
Last Updated on January 10, 2013
Tags: music, metal, guitar, dream


Dj Golden
Dj Golden

Berkeley Springs, WV

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