The tension is building
the vibration is tingling
the feeling is surging
as the sun crests the horison
There is chatter between them,
a hum in th morning silence
a feeling of content filled with excitement
a quest that must be conquered
The man with the gun climbs aloft,
silhouetted in the rising sun
Silence falls upon the crowd
as the final seconds run
The shot sounds, the silence is broken
the tension is torn
the vibration is felt
the feeling is stunned!
The morning breeze is shadowed,
shadowed by the runners
the first morning rays
dancing on their perspiring faces
The road stretches out in front of them
like a desert directing infinity.
The quest begins
and now they must do, what must be done!
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