A manifestation.

From walkways the neon lights beamed
High above the spotlights gleamed
Fire slapped the night sky vengefully
Everything dissipated beautifully
More and more the sounds grew louder
The smell of night air and gunpowder

Driving places to get some distance
To find a novelty, to find a difference
Stopping midway for a sit and a smile
Money and time were all worthwhile
The music, the sky and a black fast car
Still wondering how it got this far

Awoken by the sound of a wicked dream
One of riot and a bursting seam
One where games were not played fair
Filled a void with great despair
No one remembered getting here
The pungent gunpowder left a sear.