I feel the energy building...
The gates open and we pour into you,
Excited for what you will pour back.
We are covered in secrets and sunscreen
And this day will wash us clean.
The vibration starts!
The crowd moves in pulsating, happy masses
Sweat evaporating to a hovering cloud
The Gods of Heavy Metal are speaking.
A powerful onslaught of drum and guitar
Falls upon the worshippers at your feet...
And I am one of many
Dancing with glee
Surrounded by kindred spirits
Our fists in the air
Mud in our shoes
Hours before home
Soundwave has begun! !
© 2012
Like it. I've been to a few heavy metal gigs myself. It's a great feeling. A great poem.
Rock on Ruby, ... love the description.... kindred spirits. Again super
I can see how much you enjoy your music festivals from this! You rock! Nicely done!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'd like to have a Head Banging chick thrash with fury any day. From the Gods of Gibson we salute you. Now Dance to the beat of the living dead