War Poem by Kelsy Haveling

The hypnotic flow of
Swiftly shifting colours;
Hurtling towards you
Only to disappear before your eyes.

Surrounded by faceless, screaming hordes;
Howling themselves into a fiendish frenzy.
Easily swayed into support or judgment.
Caught up in the rise and fall of the music.

Then, suddenly,
It's over.
You stare at the screen in triumph;
Stretching you cramped fingers
As a sense of accomplishment fills you.

I rock.

GuitarHero told me so.