The empire of Kakin's fourth prince has long
Been screening candidates to be his wives,
The mothers of his children, fourteen strong;
His judgment's as serrated as his knives.
His Zetsu state allows him to discern
A future parallel to what transpires
So any plots against him soon shall burn
Alongside corpses crisping on their pyres.
Awaking aura nodes incurs a risk
Of witnessing his beast with gangly neck.
She'll slither closer like a basilisk,
Her bulging eyes reducing all to dreck.
If one speaks falsehood, one shall speak no more,
For any lying lass is but a whore.