A Night Too Real
A young crimson moon has risen
Over a blood soaked land
A tribute to all the shinobi
Whose life tonight will end.
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An Anbu team had a mission
To break into foreign land
Infiltrate enemy fortress
Leave no one alive to stand.
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Anbu missions were like dreams
A blur of blood steel and sweat
The victim's faces fade away
Their screams easy to forget
...
A ninja's body moves itself
No doubts, no regret
The only proof it was no dream
A bloody mask – red and wet
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But tonight Kakashi dreaded
The massacre just seemed too real
He could not play God tonight
He was simply too sober to kill.
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He craved for the teams support
A friendly face to ease this task
But his comrades all seemed cold
Their faces hidden by a mask
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He could feel enemy chakra
As they were soon drawing near
And once the first scream rang
Kakashi was gripped by fear
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He knew well the sight of battle
So many before him died
But there he stood, staring blankly
Eyes wide open, horrified
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As Kakashi stood confused
A foe was moving in the shade
Then it jumped, drew a weapon
And flesh was pierced by a blade
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A painful cry filled the room
But it was not Kakashi's scream
The foe was now on the ground
Itachi standing over him
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Itachi removed his Anbu mask
(A deed no one should ever do)
And put a hand on his friend, saying
"Calm down, sempai, we're with you."
...
Kakashi dropped his own wet mask
Sweat soaked, it appears
But Kakashi faintly wondered
Was it really sweat … or tears?
...
He suddenly felt renewed
Itachi's words seemed to heal
Kakashi drew his own katana
- He had a mission to fulfill -
Done and...DONE! Wow, this writing thing really is a hell-of-a work. I'm beat! Drop a review or two to make me smile, I'd love to know what you think of it.... ok, wow, it's getting late, I'm off. Sweet dreams to you all! Good night guys!
Oh, and before I forget - If anyone's interested in making a story out of this poem, I'd dearly appreciate if I could read it. leave a message! thanx ;) Night!