Guitar low, resting like the streaks of shoulder length hair,
up and down to the repetitive two chords and metal beat
his presence beyond the human form
stirring an atmosphere, electric
the thrash recedes, his big moment upon him
the fifth one tonight, the lynchpyn
a lack of hot air about Diablo's lead solo.
A piece inspired as a thank you to a friend who may guide me in my musical ambitions.
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