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
