Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto no matter how much I want to.

This is a sort of a cross between a poem and drabble.

Anyway enjoy

Title: Ring around the rosy.

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Why.

The question nags at you until you cant think straight

The taunts come from such innocent children, who don't know the true hurt of such names.

Blood.

It dribbles from your mouth as you stare at eyes so cold, with hatred with disgust.

Oh so dark it is and cold, but why, it should be warm.

Giving your body a warm feeling, showing you, you are alive in this beautiful world.

But truly is the world truly beautiful to your dull eyes any longer?

Hope

This has always been there, but yours has faded until you see it no more.

Where has yours gone?

Was it beaten out of you, or perhaps it disappeared with your last supper.

Hope should be your light, what give you the will to go on.

But yours is gone.

Why does the blood bleed away your last hope?

And as you lay there with sapphire eyes staring, boring holes in to us.

We finally see a scared little boy with no family. And the demon long since sealed.

Why did you not fight back when you could of?

Should of?

In the background an unknown woman is sobbing, a child looking at her parents in curiosity, a man clenching and unclenching his fists and friends.

FRIENDS

What friends leave you to rot?

What friends watch as your eyes dull?

What friends stand there with teary eyes but do nothing?

The blood comes faster now and the village is raining. No. Pouring down and the sun has gone as if it never shone.

You're eyes open. When did they close? And you look at us as you weakly stand gripping at anything to help you with you're task.

And you smile.

You smile

You smile at us so brightly that it is seen through the rain. But then we notice a single tear roll down your face.

"I forgive you"

Your whisper sets a hush to the crowd.

And as you fall gracefully to the ground you're eyes sliding close. Never to open again.

You're last words rein through and the thunder clashes the rain turns to hail. But no one dares to move.

And the children sing as if they are the wisest to have ever lived.

"Ring around the rosy.

A pocket full of posy,

Ashes, ashes,

We all fall down" (1)

But then again wise is just another word for pain.

A boy died this day.

A boy died this day beaten and broken.

And yet he still thrives and he is finally acknowledged.

The Hokage pushes through the crowd finally. A beautiful woman she is.

She glances at the boy then at us.

Slowly she walks towards you're unmoving body and bends down to grab her necklace.

A necklace she realizes that first took her brother and later took her lover. And now the one she calls son. She turns heed never to return again.

I turn away from her and back at you.

Everyone is now looking at you with looks that show respect.

I smirk.

I walk forward look back at everyone who is now gazing at me with curiosity.

And I shout.

" To the boy, to the legend"

I have they're full attention.

"To a hero, to a savior"

Eyes are shining

" TO THE ROKUDAIME"

AND THE APPLAUSE RINGS

And as I walk away never to return I think

' You did it dobe'

My smirk widens

' You finally achieved in death what you couldn't in life…you gained they're respect and no one other then you can ever claim the name Rokudaime'

'Naruto you are you're dream!'

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(1)In the old days this was made up by children about the plague.

Thanks for reading I hope you liked it.

This was my first ever-posted Poem/drabble.