Ronin Warriors not mine. Can't I have them? Pretty pretty please?


Racing Rain

Trees in elegant columns
that line the quiet road
the silence is heavy,
hushed and sweet as sleep...
until, even as the storm begins to rise
a humming is heard
soft at first
then louder
and louder
and the motorcycle comes into view
just as the lightning starts,
so the roar of the engine competes with the thunder.
Long red hair is whipped about
away from the grin of green eyes
as he glances over his shoulder
at the young man behind him.
Shorter black hair partly obscures tiger blue eyes
that light up as they meet the green,
and his arms tighten around his lover as he nods.
The dust left in their wake as they speed up
is barely touched by the first raindrops...