The phoenix rises
from the ash of the bone-fire
clothed in blood and flames.

In dawn's light she stands
naked yet wrapped in power:
wakened by love's gift.

On a related note - Largo on motorbiking:

Temperature - normal;
Fuel - adequate; Road - dry, clear;
Speed - excessive! Woot!

Piro on motorbiking

"Am I hurting her?
She howls as though she's in pain!
Fuck it! Need more speed!"

(because biking is no time for second thoughts and Piro is a practical guy)

These came to me today, whilst out on the 'bike. 100 miles of country roads, average speed >65mph. Naughty, naughty fun and chargeable as well. It gets no better than that.

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