Sendo: A poem for Sasuke and Itachi.
Mary: Yup, please review!!!!
Sendo: Shut up.
Mary: Fine, I don't own Naruto.
Our storm
A beautiful and majestic aplomb
There is always that calm
The calm before the storm
The lightening getting ready to preform
We had that peace
Yet all things have to cease
Yet you got colder
More distant as you got older
You always ignored me
Felt like you were rich and I was bourgeoisie
Finally one day when I got home
I saw a red not unlike that in a chrome
Blood was splattered everywhere
It was to much for me to bear
That was the storm my brother
When you killed father and mother
You ran from the village
Away from me and the blood spillage
You claimed that you did it to get stronger
To get stronger and to live longer
Now my heart is made from pure stone
More so as I have grown
Yet the storm has not begun to decrease
I'm still waiting for my sweet release
I'm still waiting for the rainbow
Only when you die will it show
It's only colors are black and red
The same colors that I have bled
I'm getting closer and I feel it
As I descend into the pit
Here it is and I see my chance
The lightning begins it's dance
And the storm begins anew
Were the Uchiha's, the last two
Yet I will bring it down to one
For you see, you have been out done
And after a strike your dead
My hands have been bathed in red
The rainbow comes out for me to see
For a long enough time to me to agree
The storm has ended but theirs calm like before
I must prepare for this new war
I am not afraid because you are gone
The final line of your life has been drawn
Now I must leave, farewell goodbye
At least until it's my time to die
Mary: A little dictionary because of big words
Aplomb: Self confidence or calm self assurance
Bourgeoisie: The class between upper and lower
Chrome: A die or paint