Poetic Ode: Speed's Ballet

Upon the stage where engines roar and thunder's might,

In streets adorned with speed's extravagant flight,

A tale unfolds, as swift as Mercury's wing,

Of fast and furious souls, where passions cling.

Beneath the moon's pale glow, they gather, a clan,

Whose hearts are bound to speed's unyielding plan,

Their chariots, like stallions, sleek and wild,

Defy the boundaries set by mortal mile.

Oh, how the asphalt trembles 'neath their tread,

As gears are shifted, and destinies are spread,

In races fierce, like jousts of days of yore,

They seek the laurels that victory does pour.

With eyes afire, they dart through twilight's grace,

Each moment's pulse beats faster in this race,

A symphony of engines, tuned to perfection,

In furious ballet, they seek domination.

But 'tis not merely speed that drives their hearts,

Rather, a bond forged by fate's cunning arts,

A fellowship of souls who live for thrill,

In every challenge, they find their fill.

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Yet danger lurks, as shadows chase the light,

A dance with fate that could end in the night,

For in their quest to conquer time's cruel pace,

They must confront the darkness they embrace.

So raise a toast to those of rapid vein,

Whose lives are lived where only few dare reign,

In fast and furious splendor, they reside,

Forever chasing dreams with open stride.