Guitar Hero

The guitar hero awaits the battle,
his stance wide, shoulders back
chin up, as he gazes levelly
at the mounted flat screen.

He grasps the red flame
emblazoned axe awaiting
his opening cue to start
grinding notes and riffs.

His cold blue eyes are fixed
upon the prism like screen
as his fingers twiddle with
the chrome whammy bar.

Tossing a white blonde forelock ,
with an aristocratic air, he glances
back once at us, a smirk plays
across his pre-pubescent pout

He shifts into warrior stance
a serious face ready to take
on Motorhead, Ace of Spades
a beat to be conquered.

A cracked voice belts out
"Ace of Spades", a tongue
trapped into between pursed
lips as he sways to his internal
warrior, dancing with victory.

His future man hands fly
across the axe neck pushing
colored buttons with frenetic
energy and chaotic purpose.

The infidels of the holy x-box
watch in awe not comprehending
the synapse sequences required
of such an accomplished Hero.

He sails through the final solo
with a flourish and a genteel bow.