Naruto Poetry

The Besieged Betrayal (Itachi Uchiha)

Hey! Random one for Itachi!!!
Mainly about Itachi explaining his quote, and Sasuke becoming darker after his death.

NOW ON WITH THE THING!
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FREEVERSE

Itachi Uchiha
-:Besieged Betrayal:-

A world shaped by various points, and views.

People live their lives bound by what they believe to be right, and true.

It is the basis of their ethics, and morality,

In fact, the very method to define their crude reality.

But what does this all guide to?

How can such a claim be asserted?

This method of thought left me not wise, but thoughtless.

Like the coal avian that soared behind me,

And as lifeless as the clan beneath me.

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But one must ask, what does it all truly mean?

This clash of color, this palette of grays,

Painted the ultimate picture.

One reformed in each of our brains.

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What can I define as "right" and "true"?

The vaguest concepts concocted,

As random as dawn lushed with morning dew.

Then what, now, when all had been prodded,

Can I consider to be the sole truth?

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A mirage blazzed in every mind.

A desert of beliefs and codes.

The lone water hole becoming what each mind thinks to be the up most standard.

Yet is this not nonsense?

No matter the reason, no matter the road

That every human must commence.

Is this not all but a pitiful delusion?

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As much as I preach my thoughtful thoughts,

I know I am the last mortal to spread any words of wisdom.

For I was the slayer.

The doom of my kin, in a shameful place in a kingdom

Where I know betrayal was the only player.

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I still remember the grotesque screeches.

The horror of my clan as they were vanquished.

Only one was spared from my daunting blade,

And death did not do us part, though I left him anguished,

Left him crumbled in hatred's shade.

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I suppose I might have been in the wrong, though there were no other options.

He thrived off of hate, it was his fuel.

"Curse me," I taunted in regret, "Flee, and cling to your pitiful life."

Yet he sought to accomplish what I had in the cloak of darkness,

He always took the path least tread, the one of murkiness.

The strange mien leaving me only to wonder,

Ponder the result of my planned strife.

But in the end, it was futile, foolish brother.

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My real besiege met its finale in betrayal,

And my deft finger only managed a minimal poke.

Such a simple action and deed,

Yet it left him wondering of our old compound built of cedar, and oak.

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It all halted in a sorrowful resolution,

For his goal still remained as silly as he.

A foolish retribution.

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The dimming of my eyes as they fell shut,

Reluctantly relaxing in eternal rest,

Had not me, But him,

Falling further, and further, into this repulsive abyss.

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This world like clay,

With its manipulative trait,

Makes every human artistic, in a way.

In which we all shape and straight

The world we dwell in so carefully,

Never once taking notice our differing creations.

Simply living in a world formed abstractly,

Much like me, and my brother, drowning in our worldly damnation.

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Your Bitch,
Imchigon