Velocity Rapture 2

In the heartbeat of the city's pulse,

A steely beast of beauty convulse.

Sleek and low, it hugs the curve,

A symphony of power in every swerve.

 

The world blurs in a vibrant smear,

As it commands the road without fear.

Its wheels, a blur of fiery hue,

Spin tales of races won, and the thrill anew.

 

The sun glints off its metallic skin,

Mirroring the fire that burns within.

A roar escapes, a thunderous sound,

An anthem for the chase that knows no bound.

 

Every line, every curve, a crafted dream,

Molded with passion, a dynamic theme.

This is not just a machine, but art in motion,

A testament to the allure of locomotion.

 

The cityscape, a canvas broad and wide,

Becomes a playground where speed can’t hide.

Here, in this fleeting, ephemeral flight,

The car and driver are one, a force of might.

 

So let the world stand still and stare,

As it passes by, a gust of air.

For in this moment, it's more than a car,

It’s a beacon of desire, a shooting star.

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