There is a solitary black knight of magic and spells that tries to rewrite the white lines into black in a single over-nite on two wheels leaving rubber turning tight doing twisties in a strange moon flight Why is it that he likes to ride at night full August moon shining ivory bright What demon drives him and seems to incite "Twist the grip harder to the extreme right. Fill your life with danger, it will be alright." Why is it that he likes to ride at midnight when owls are attracted to his headlight Shadowy things run just out of his sight and death beckons and does invite his soul to St Christopher this very night In the full moon glare and the chilly night air his steed dashes into the night His silent grin unrecognized as he watches ahead for any surprise The clock is ticking on his life just ahead and to the right He banks it just a tad bit hard and feels the drag of the engine guard The bike shutters and sparks fly in sudden surprise, he realizes... he will die Launched like a rockets tail he leaves the road behind and falls through the thin air to a desert grave for all time The night passes the moon on by and cage lights occasionally light the sky but none see that departed knight his soul mounted on a twisted bike His ride continues on deaths rubber side leaving tracks across a pitch black sky His soul forever a black midnight He has no eyes and there ain't no cryin' on death's final ride Why is it that he likes to ride at night full August moon shining ivory bright What demon drives him and seems to incite Twist the grip harder to the extreme right fill your life with danger, it will be alright Why is it that he likes to ride at midnight when owls are attracted to his headlight Shadowy things run just out of his sight and death beckons and does invite his soul to St Christopher this very night
Author notesA full August Moon shines tonight and riding home from the desert I found it a delight. The shine lit the countryside and hills so bright, I was amazed and awed by the moon light.
Comments by professional poets: I am a lover of moonlight and motorcyles This was a double treat for me. Your flow and end rhyme style held my interest. The content and imagery were beautiful. I enjoyed reading your poem . Well done - I will keep looking for more from you.  You got 9 points from applause midnight and drakenss can be both friend and foe, home and faulse sanctuary but also company and solitude, it depends on how you se it I like the way you included a saint in there too, usualy they are only called that after they die, dunno why they'd bother at all, the person gets no enjoyment out of it but eh I enjoyed this! You got 9 points from applause I love your background!!!!!!!!!!!!! What a cool poem. I think I've wriiten way too many pieces on the moon for my own good lol. its a great write. well done. amazing firstly the background is amazing and the picture creates the perfect scene for what comes next, this poem is awesome and I loved it take care kathrin You I don't know why but I am extremely awed by this poem. I really really like it  It was amazing. Must be something about the moon, motorcycles, and death. You got 6 points from applause
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