Wizard City

The race always starts at night, when the energy is ripe, 

And the lights shine in dizzying heights. 

Pedals pressed, legs tight, motors hum, karts take flight, 
Accelerating out of sight, swerving on a dime, 
Skidding on the pavement dry, their wheels rhyming in time. 

Toad takes an early lead, then Donkey Kong, 
Followed by Yoshi, Mario, and Princess too. 
Then comes Bowser, Luigi, Wario and the rest, 
Even the restless wizard, with his glasses opaque. 
 
It's his home course, a city of magic, 
Built out of disappearing blocks, 
That reappear in a labyrinth of chaos. 
He gets his special item, a bejeweled wand, 
A device that makes him teleport 
Into first place, right where the track 
Begins its spiraling climb up the skyline. 

 

The course goes up a latticed web, 

Weaving and whirling through netted circuits, 

Jamming to techno through tunnels that split, 

Every segment fragmented by each phantom shift, 

Up through ramps that rise through purple towers flipped, 
Jumping over the moon once full air is breached, 
Panorama of the city at night, so dazzling, so lit.