DUCATI

Flying by on paths of wind

Jumping stones and doing spins

She shoots out silver rays of twilight

Spattering her foes abroad

She is the needle that pulls

The thread of death

She leaps over boulders tall

Grazes on a shear rock wall

Riding the breeze

She rides with ease

She is the punisher

Who insults with the return of revenge

Over she plays

Visible through the haze

Weaving between rocks

With a death fist she locks

She is the face

That casts a gaze to kill

She floats like a dream

Or a nightmare, it seems

Thrashing the dust

She licks her enemies' bloody rust

She is the bullet

That shoots down all injustice of past Grudge

Shedding tears

Of heartless empty careers

She pulls taught a noose around necks

Opponents' flight she passively wrecks

Streaks of blood

Pour down the sky

And pool in the corner

Of Anubis's eye

As if he cries

Polluted mud