The Two Wheeled Valkyrie

The city's night air swiftly flows past her,

Crisp and clean

And the scent of dead leaves and drying earth

Rush into mouth and nose

Giving a lasting taste to fall.

The sound of twin strips of galvanized rubber,

Rigid with air,

rolling on pavement holding the last of summer's heat,

Sound in tight unison

With the greased chain and gears of her bike.

A small sword of light at the front of her two wheeled vehicle

Cleaves the dark night

To ensure safe passage down canyons of wood, glass and concrete

So those she holds dear

Can be saved from senseless tragedy from errors not her own.

Air hits her lungs from black Autumn winds

Almost effortlessly

As her legs pump up and down on light metal pads

Propelling her home

To the only two men she knows she truly needs in this life.

To one she is a daughter and to her true love she is a mother and

She is a loyal wife

Only to the parts of her own soul that are hidden in the darkness

In the uncharted wilds

Of a mind and heart that for the sake of others lay long unexplored.

She is an amazing example, not just of womanhood but also of

The dominant race

Where others of her species, through their selfish and thoughtless

Actions and ill spoken words

Drive my misanthropic views into a real and unwanted existence.

So, despite my forays of thought into simple carnal pleasures and

Fanciful flights of romance

I view her most golden value to the baser being of my own soul that

She has proven to me

That it takes only one good friend to make a world of difference

(and a difference to your world).