“The Roar of the Demon”

Born in the smoke where the brave dare not tread,
With fire in its pistons and hunger for red.
The Dodge Demon growls with a devilish grin,
A beast from Detroit with sin in its skin.

Its heart—supercharged—beats wild and loud,
A thunderous echo that gathers a crowd.
840 horses scream under the hood,
Unleashing raw chaos, misunderstood.

Slick tires grip as the rear end slides,
It dances with danger, where fear resides.
Quarter mile dreams in ten-second bursts,
It flies down the strip, forever cursed.

Hellcat’s big brother, unleashed and unchained,
Built for the bold, never the tamed.
A muscle-bound legend, born to defy,
The laws of the road and the limits of sky.

Steel and desire, forged into flame,
A car, yes—but more than a name.
It’s the rebel’s whisper, the outlaw’s gleam,
The Dodge Demon—an American dream.