A small and shy girl, Suzy
Pushed through the perilous
Crowd, though it refused to part.
Vincent, her vigilant escort, vowed
To see her safely through. His
Black coast billowed, its long
Folds cracking caustically in
What little air that wasn't
Filled with screaming, sweating
Spectators. The raven-haired man
Tore through the throng of
Flesh, faithfully guiding his companion
On their endeavor. The black straps
Of Suzy's trousers swayed to
And fro as her valiant cohort severed a
Path amidst the havoc – they could now
Glimpse their destination, not too
Distant from their current position.
The girl's brown hair cascaded across her
Face as they scurried, frantically
Trying to reach the front
of the monstrous crowd. Finally,
After much navigation and a vicious effort,
The pair had purged their way through the
Undulating torrents of people. Their
Treacherous voyage complete,
They basked at their view. A
Gleaming metal rail heeded
Their further progression – their
Valiance was strong, but could only
Get them so far, lest they attempt
To conquer the many guards. They
Instead looked up, their eyes glinting
In the many colors of eerie light
Spilling forth from the stage. Music
Filled the space with a veracity
Only such heroes could
Use, creating a tangible
Emotion to all those fortunate
Enough to be in its magnificent
Presence. Suzy dangerously swooned, as
The black-clad man in question leaned
Forward on the stage, his
Spidery hair spilling across
Pale features and dark eyes.
Crimson lips nearly touched
The microphone as the ever beautiful
Musician sang a tragic tale,
His disheveled appearance a
Testament to its truth. Vincent
Smirked, adjusting the high collar
Of his frock. Their difficult battle
Had been very well worth the prize:
Suzy's incomparable happiness,
And an up close perspective of Robert Smith,
Himself, as his anguished voice
Sang out Like Cockatoos for
The Cure.