Author's Note: This is from Izunavi's point of view.
Your instinct may have taught you to evade
An aura-shrouded acorn that I shot,
But nobody can teach your rage to fade
Before it festers in your soul like rot.
Your specialist nen dyes the water in
A color bloodied not unlike your eyes
That shimmer scarlet as the leaf does spin
As swiftly as you formulate your lies.
You paint for me a picture of the path
You see ahead as twisted and forlorn,
But I can sense a future past your wrath:
A life with allies, loyalties fast sworn.
You seek to chain your enemies to hell;
Beware of tethering your heart as well.