I am proud. I have reason. Most will walk 
this twisted road. I ride upright, full speed
toward breeze, drawn by two contentious sphinxes.

The timid should not try my savage team.
A sphinx, unchecked, will kill or riddle men
to madness. Paradox, my fair-haired beast, 
fiercely gnaws her silvered bit; Enigma,
black and sharp of claw, keeps pulling toward
the barren void. All my strength goes to restraint:
my legs lock firm against the boards; my fists
clench tight on tensioned reins, and still I'm glad
for each mile gone without a deadly fall.