I have not written anything for myself in a long time, and I am sorry. I have been so tempted to write a poem about Itachi from Naruto because he is such a complex character. It is a little all over the place, but is meant to be. I am not much of a poet. I never try to follow a pattern only say what I need to say, so I hope it is good enough.
Blood
The broken veins are a comfort.
This color,
His color,
The only piece of proof that he has,
That he is still alive.
When all his world is on fire he will know,
It is his fault.
Repent!
Such a waste of time,
Dreaming a dream long gone,
The present is too fierce.
Protect only what is precious.
That is all he has time left for.
The blood drips proving sin,
The only ties he has left to love and hope,
Sin!
But, I still believe in him.
Neither Heaven nor Hell have claim to him,
He who committed crime for good.
Repent!
It is too late,
Death is here!
Thank you for reading! And thank you for reading my other story if you have! :)