Exitement floods through me
As I watch the griffon.
Gathering speed as it dives down the tracks
Dropping ninety-five degrees below.
The anticipation of waiting
Makes you anxious to ride
And challange the mythical beast.
The beast itself is complicated.
With the head of an eagle;
The body of a lion
And a savage nature.
Throughout mythology it has looted and killed.
Dropping people from horrific heights.
The roller-coaster is similar,
But lacking feathers and fur.
It's not as dangerous as the creature.
Excitement and fear become one
As I ascend the steep incline
And round the bend that leaves me suspended.
I scream in pleasure as the coaster dives
Soaring even more than straight down.
Flying through what the park calls France
Sometimes even upside-down.
Water rushes up behind me
As the coaster passes the lake.
As soon as it's begun,
It's over it seems.
The ride is short, but thrilling.
I would ride it again if I could,
But there are other coasters to expore.
Apollo's Chariot; which takes you to the sun.
Alpengeist; which allows you to explore the Alps.
The Loch Ness Monster; which takes you into the murky depths of Loch Ness.
All have their thrills;
But the Griffon is the only dive coaster in the park.
