Shukaku lay in his private cage

Boiling and seething with rage

Sealed once again

Like a sheep in a pen

Trapped inside of a child

So innocent and mild

Until a night of blood and gore

Changed his world forevermore

Then he found he found his influence increased

Exponentially, to say the least

Whispered wishes for death

Filled his every breath

Never could his young host sleep

Or else the creature's power would creep

Into his already fragile mind

And leave nothing recognizable for anyone to find

His lust for fresh blood

Couldn't even be satisfied by a flood

Of the crimson liquid

No matter how much killing the boy did

He demanded more and more

And shook the boy's sanity to the core

Claiming to be his mother dear

As he caused tremendous fear

A single fight ended the beast's reign

That much was clearly plain

As the killings stopped

At the fear of death by sand dropped

Shukaku tried to make blood run

Through the streets until he knew he had won

Against the race that had imprisoned him

On a foolish and power-hungry whim

But the boy refused

He would not let his body be used

By the beast that had filled his heart with hate

For six years straight

Instead he sought a new life

Where he would no longer be the cause of strife

And instead stand tall

As the protector and leader of all

Shukaku could not understand

How the power which he used to command

Had turned away

Never again to make murder look like child's play

Until one starry night

Full of sorrow and fright

When his host lost a battle high in the air

And his people filled the night with despair

Shukaku was torn

Until he began to mourn

For the passing of the young man he call his own

Because of the love he had been shown

For years he had not thanked the lad

For carrying out the bloody plans he had

Yet the man still wished for him to be saved

From the same hatred that prevented the bonds he craved

Years later, on the battlefield

Shukaku finally began to yield

And admit that he had been wrong

About what he had once believed was a prison strong

It had been his home all along