Ode to the Kunoichi Kawasaki…intro
Time stood almost frozen when we both let go,
the path ahead had vanished from our sight-
Kunoichi screamed at me as my hands came free,
i went left…she went willingly into the White.
A long history, Kunoichi and i, many places we’ve been
Shiro and Kunoichi, an unlikely match- or so it seemed-
yet always together, we rode often deep into the night.
Kunoichi always led the way, her lights SHINING bright.
Kunoichi of white wheels, red on black, she shone.
We grew old together-me, with far less grace.
Never tiring, never rude-she easily carried my burden
and the Mark of the Ninja zx7, all over Her Face.