Once, they roared with crimson might,
Red cars flashing in the blinding light.
A scarlet streak in daylight's glare,
Haunting the streets, filling the air.
They zipped through lanes, a flash of fire,
A whisper of passion, dark desire.
Engines growled like distant screams,
In every corner, haunting dreams.
But one by one, they slipped away,
Replaced by shades of pale decay.
The roads grew silent, void of sound,
Where once their fiery pulse had drowned.
Where did they go, those ghostly rides?
Did they fall to time's cold tides?
Or did they vanish in shadowed night,
Swallowed whole by endless fright?
Now, the streets are still, too still,
Their absence clinging, a quiet chill.
A hollow echo, sharp and true,
The red cars are gone... but something new.
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