Five Rhymes

Here I come,
Just the one;
Loathed by others
But loved by some.

Along came you
To make us two;
Lights do fade
As if on cue.

Then there was three
And we did see
Moving music
And thousands free.

But there was more
As we went four;
Hands held high
And one huge roar.

Now so alive
We became five,
And festival fever
Saw us strive.

Five we stayed,
Not once we strayed,
But bathed ourselves
In fiery arcade.