Heavy Metal

What can be said
That it has not been yet
Not another devil cliche
That hits you back
Like a freaky ricochet
I like it fragmented,
explosive, penetrating,
Sometimes demented
Dark, hollow, and cold
Like a grave in the ground
The most sacred sound
Heavy Metal, a surge
always there to serve
And then purge
Heavy Metal
Youthful rage from
muses and sages
Not yet rated
For all ages
Heavy Metal, like love
Sometimes fast
Sometimes slow
Always loud, never low