I raise my curled sword to the unholy demon. <br />His reddened eyes, and massive horns. <br />But why, with eyes so red. <br />You've spent numerous tear filled evenings? <br />Or, perhaps, partook in my peace pipe afternoons? <br />Oh! Tired demon, I see now. <br />You cannot exist. <br />Bring unto me your sorrow and torment. <br />I will shoulder the weight of blame alone. <br />So that you may slice off your chipped horns <br />With my curled sword.<br /><br />Emily Beck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/let-me-be-naruto-to-your-sorrow/
