Geometry Dash

Through glowing grids the icon flies,
A spark of light in shifting skies.
Patterns twist, the pulses rise,
Each beat a test of sharp replies.
Spikes await with silent glare,
Portals pull from here to there.
Wave and ship in frantic dance,
A rhythm locked in fierce advance.
Failures echo, quick and bright,
But every fall refines the sight.
Momentum builds with every try,
A soaring leap, a near-miss cry.
Then sudden calm—the final dash,
A perfect glide through neon flash.
Geometry’s world, both fierce and fair,
A pulse of skill beyond compare.
https://geometrygame.io