A/N: This is my take on what it would be like once Sasuke completes his goal of killing Itachi. If you guys enjoyed this little poem and give positive feedback, I would actually like to write a story on this theme; the aftermath. Of course, the rest of the story would be in normal narrative.
: Avenger :
Frustration creeping in,
Inadequacy rising high.
Clenching his fist,
He closes his left eye.
The right is a blur;
Blood flowing like water.
How could have he been so careless?
Thoughts only form a stutter.
His body is bruised,
Dirty, cold, trembling and weak.
Hands covered in blood,
His vengeance is now complete.
The nightmare is over,
Which once plagued his sleep;
Darkened his tiny soul,
Demons whispering as they creep.
"You are an avenger.
This is what you were born to do.
Take the blood of the man
Who killed all that was dear to you."
At the price of an eye,
And all that was left inside,
He let himself wither,
No pain or joy left to hide.
And at the sight
Of his brother lying dead,
He felt nothing, after all.
His heart had turned to lead.
Though his family
Had finally been avenged,
There was no joy;
Only broken things to mend.
A girl with eyes like emeralds,
Now dull with broken trust;
And a boy who once said,
"I'll bring you back, I must!"
And so he began to think,
Was abandoning friends and lovers
Worth the pursuit he had taken;
Being stuck under death's covers?
Yet so was the curse
His brother had kindly given;
Murdering their family--
Into madness they were driven.
He'd cry if he could,
Wipe the blood off his knife.
Yet nothing left inside;
No purpose remains in life.
If you guys enjoyed this little poem and give positive feedback, I would actually like to write a story on this theme; the aftermath. Of course, the rest of the story would be in normal narrative.