Asphalt Cowboys Poem by Spanner Thegob

In freedoms grasp
we ride the wind,
A rebel spirit,
leather clad.
Our horse, a roaring beast of chrome,
Tires kiss asphalt,
Ride,
Through winding roads.
through twisted mountains.
through moonlit nights.
through sun and rain.
Ride
The open road.
Ride free,
like the wind.
But life ends in cruel delight,
death stalks on every bend
and waits in every corner
to welcome the rider with its cold embrace.
Now chrome steeds lay silent
As the gods of asphalt take another spirit,
A fallen rider,
ride silently
to peace and the eternal road beyond
One last Moon-dance to these gods {of asphalt}