Midnight Ride

The staccato beat of rain ona black ribbon of highway that leads to nowhere. The high pitched whine of a screaming guitar explodes from speakers and ricochets off windows while the bass thumps like the heart of a lover inhis first embrace. The engineroars like a great cat lounging in the shade of a tree in the heat of the day. Around the next endless curve taken as if the hounds of hell are chasing, tires screech in protest. Hoofs scramble, glass shatters Dead Silence.