Another one for Rachelle

This summer sun that burns me so
is dimmed by your mischievous smile.
And though its bright and all aglow
there may as well be rain.
For when you are not near the world is cold
And my heart feels a longing pain.

Red Samuri

Behold!
From the field rises
Red samurai
The light of Bushido aglow in his eye.
In blood-rain his amour glazed.
Slick the gruesome battle plain.
One thousand blades now noble-dead.
A broken purple glave
Its defeated master fled.

Behold!
On the field
Red samurai kneels
to pray.
Weary, gore stained,
The Lash takes the day.

Arabian Nights