Another poem I came up with a few months back. This one is about Sasuke and the idea of being Orochimaru's next vessel. Can he handle it?
He came in from his training to rest
His face hot with sweat and dirt.
He looked in the mirror, his hair a raven's nest
Turning on the sink and taking off his shirt.
He scrubbed his face until it was clean
Then dried it with a towel.
His reflection was calm and serene
The face deep in thought, turning to a scowl.
Those murderous eyes in his mind came forth
That certain someone mocking him.
The wind as cold as the ice in the North
His clan dead, and his world growing dim.
The mirror broke as his fist shot forward
His features changing shape.
He looked upon the one addressed as Lord
Orochimaru's eyes staring like those of a snake.
He gives me power, I am his next vessel
As long as Itachi dies.
That fateful night, a dance with the devil
With the nightmare of the Mangekyo eyes.
My Curse Mark pulses with pain, using it is a danger.
But I care not, I will kill my brother, for I am an Avenger!
Neat huh? xThe Yamato