Epitome of his Dejection

by ReusLurid

A kyrielle a type of poem from Gaara's point of view

Epitome of his Dejection:

Gaara's kyrielle

Half past midnight, yet sleep I lack

These irises azure, lined with shades of black

The curse remains, on my forehead it makes its brand

I will continue living, my faithful gourd of sand.

The moonlight shines upon these dusty roads

The light to the fusion, at night it holds

Caress me, my mother. Let me hold your hand

I will continue living, my faithful gourd of sand.

I must restrain, I won't allow it to be

It haunts my past, taking over me

Don't pull me down, allow me to stand

I will continue living, my faithful gourd of sand

Who are we to be, monsters at hide

The pain that resumed, all along had lied

This sight of fresh blood, dripping as I stand

Will I continue living, my faithful gourd of sand.

A new time to arise, a beginning to heed

Look up at me not, in fear nor dire need

I am your Kazekage, I will take care of this land

I must continue living, my faithful gourd of sand.