Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Given the chance to walk among the high
I see him sitting against an oak tree.
There, in a posture pleasing to the Greek
Gods, he holds the sweets of his pasts' desire.
The lines of the disease that cause mans' hearts
To arrest still cut the youth of his features.
Unlike in years before he is not vested
In the haughty cloak of the Dawn. He bears
Proudly on his forehead the unscratched
Symbol of his purpose. It is the one
Recognizable piece in his layers
Of white. He leans in and tastes the first
Of his sweets. A grin forms in the corner
Of his mouth. He knows and I know and they
Know. The adventure is beginning. And
The calm of this high place is ever so
Restful. He glances downward and I can
See the light through the blackness of his soul.
How he fights still. Oh that little weasel!