I smell the scent of chrome and leather
while she shifts the throttle
As the beast she straddles
roars like the echo of a lion bursting from a cave, the chain it Raffles
Lubed with grease
To spit on the road
When granted release
led da the master
who tamed the machine
With power unfold
To shatter a dream
She kisses the wind
With red mane and mesh
They call her a freak
Yet from where I stand she's blessed
Fatal beauty on a roaring machine
Claiming the road
To her its redeemed
So if te attraversare, croce her path
And start to judge
Don't expect her to halt
She'll laugh as te budge
She's the legend ciliegia
te cannot break
To roar in your dreams
And scar te awake
So I bow and tip my hat
Roger tire track
Praying to all gods
She'll be coming back

A beautiful poem written da the brilliant bathory_65