AN: I have given up on poetry. I acknowledge that I will never be good at it, and that's fine with me. But if I have to read the freaking ballads of some dead, blind guy who's 'poetry' is lauded in the modern education system even if it's as unfulfilling as a staring contest with a brick, then hell- I'M leaving a legacy of bad poetry, too. What gives him the right and not I?
... My only fear is that I will tear asunder Naruto and his father with my awful ballad- but after watching their meeting in the anime, I don't feel that powerful any longer.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways…
One, you have made these endless days.
Centuries of maddening pace-
Dissolved, when I first saw your face.
I waited ages in this place,
And counted all these ways-...
One, you have made these endless days.
Two, you are the end of the maze
That this world I loved
Has been trapped forever in-
The child of Shinobi sin
Who'll save us all from blood-craze…
Three, even Kushina and I
Couldn't make the kind of eyes
That hold the strength I see.
You alone, son of man,
Know alone just what you can-
And just what never dies
(There's a universe
Inside of you,
Will of Fire, God of Truth-)
For centuries and centuries,
Prayer brought me to my knees-
I had to trust
in what I'd done
and foremost in my son-
(Centuries)
I laid the dearest truth to me
In the dearest one that I could see-
And I prayed…I prayed-
Because in idleness, to cope,
I must believe that you are hope
In an earthly body.
How these words have burned-
My fathers' burden, earned:
That shielding you confirmed my life;
That I knew that you would live,
And I knew what you had to give…
The hate you knew, forever spurned
How do I love thee,
Hellion, brat- Uzumaki?
Let me count the ways…
Five, because this world was made
For a man of your great strength to save
And I wasn't wrong to trust, I see.