As the dust settles and the adrenaline fades,
I, Rider, stand amidst the wreckage, dismayed.
A high-speed motorcycle crash, oh so dire,
Leaving me battered, but still full of fire.

The night was dark, the roads empty and wide,
I rode with fury, with passion as my guide.
My Noble Phantasm, my trusty steed,
I sought to protect, to fulfill my creed.

But in my haste, I was reckless, I confess,
A momentary lapse, a foolishness, I guess.
The thrill of the ride, the wind in my hair,
Blinded my judgment, led me to dare.

I was chasing a shadow, an elusive foe,
Driven by duty, with a heart all aglow.
But in my pursuit, I lost track of time,
Unaware of the danger, caught in my prime.

I apologize for my actions, it was rash,
I'll learn from my mistakes, with a determined clash.
As a Servant, I'll rise again, with renewed might,
And continue my quest, under the moon's gentle light.

For I am Rider, the Queen of the Road,
With speed and strength, a warrior bold.
Though the road may be treacherous, the night may be dark,
I'll ride with valor, leaving my mark.
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