In mighty azure blurs he travels swift
His greed for aurum rings unslak'd
To naught else his thoughts do drift
Save for dogs in chili caked
The howling man in steel machine
Flings curses at him as impotent king
An iron egg agleam with metal sheen
But Sonic, bedeck'd in golden ring,
Defies death's inevitable embrace
In this land of grassy heights
He once more escapes that flailing mace
And speeds now through the glowing night.
Tho' the time for words had long since past,
One may hear, tho' whispered, "Gotta go fast."