This is a poem about Kakashi, from his perspective. You read the poem all the way through, then read just the capitalized and bold words in order.
LOVE
is a strange thing, leaving you flattened
in its wake. Blood spilled, promises made
all for love for another. My most precious
people's deaths digs deep, scars and
TORMENTS ME,
through nightmares that plague my sleeping
hours. Watching as my hand pierces Rin's
flesh, hearing her whisper,"I forgive you,
you've done well." as light fades from her eyes.
BY FINDING
more people to love, the more I lose. Seeing my
team mate die slowly under a boulder, wishing me
luck with his "gift". Despair eats at me, watching
my stars, the people I love, suddenly flicker out,
leaving me in a dark hell. Why can't I find
DEATH?
Well, hope you enjoyed it. I think of Kakashi as person trapped within his misery. Sad, but I feel this is accurate mindset for him. Oh well. Stay tuned for more stuff!