Bicycle, Bicycle
Turning the pedal
Some are made of metal
But not the pedal
Some are made of steel
But not the wheel
None are made with plastic
It's not elastic

Thunderbolts clapped
Lightning flashed
Head pressed against the window
The time to soon arrive

Gold spikes
Illuminated
Under the painted night sky
My body shivering
Embodied in the uncomfortable cold
The time to soon arrive

Loud crash echoed
The floor slightly shaking
My heart beating ravenously
My eyelids fluttering closed
The time to soon arrive

Lightning
Following a bang of thunder
Sweat dripping from my forehead
The time soon to arrive

A huge explosion
Causing orange flames
to crawl up the side of the house
Frightened
I fell back to the floor
CRASH-

The time not soon to end.