Iron Steed

In the iron heart of twilight’s dusk. A man found solace from life’s cruel husk. A roaring beast beneath him growled. Its engine’s thunder is fierce and proud.

With leather gloves and a steel-clad frame. He rode through storms, through fire, through flame. The wind whispers against his face. Each mile a moment, each road a grace.

His soul once burdened, heavy and torn. In asphalt’s embrace, reborn, reborn. The open road, his sanctuary. His two-wheeled savior, extraordinary.

Through mountains high and valleys low. In the bike’s embrace, he let pain go. The speed a balm, the ride a prayer. In every turn, he shed despair.

Iron steed, his steadfast friend. Together, wounds began to mend. A dance of freedom, wild and free. In motion, found serenity.

No doctor’s words, no pills to take. Could mend the heart that life did break. But in the pulse of the motor’s hum. He found a rhythm, overcome.

The night would fall, the stars ignite. Yet in the dark, he found his light. A life once shadowed, now set aflame. By a motorcycle with no name.

Iron steed of liberation, you’ve been his life’s salvation. With every ride, a story was told. Of how you saved him, fierce and bold.