Poetry: "Striking" - Earlier Composition

A vision stands before me,

She’s striking,

She’s striking up a song;

The very Earth moves,

That her eclectic steps,

Might dance to that tune;

She’s struck a chord,

In the multitude of hearts;

She serenades them all,

The dumbstruck and lovestruck,

Feeding their fervor;

Her every movement,

Followed by a thousand eyes,

Shining with inexplicable

Overdriven infatuation,

And among the stricken men,

Like a bolt of lightning

Striking through dark skies,

Mine stand out, alone;

Her gaze meets mine, surprised,

And from her glowing cheeks,

A spotlight falls upon me,

Calling the crowd,

To strike down the singularity,

Of one who disagrees.

My eyes squint and cringe

But still I see my way;

I will be me, and not alone,

Even like this,

Striking out on my own.