The Black Wind is blowing.
At dusk it races through the streets.
At night it speeds toward civilization.
Its presence is announced by a quiet whirring and the shimmering glint of cold metal.
Hark! Upon the wind rides a powerful beast.
His breaths are hoarse... his eyes gleaming with fiery determination.
Drool seeps from his lips and he snorts his flaring nostrils.
He is a hideous thing... his large thighs clad in black... his face glistening with sweat.
He approaches quickly as he propels the wind stronger.
Alas he arrives and prepares for his feast.
(I wrote this poem to impress my wife... yeah, it's about me and my new bike)
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