Itachi's poem

dark as the night sky with no moon
beautiful and all the angels in heaven
more precious than any queen jewl
a black rose, sitting on a hill

a lonley black rose
the only living thing on the hill
surounded by death
as its true name is flower of death

posinous to the touch
yet so innocent
blood before its spilled

flying so high
on a could of red
surounded by white
black billows in the wind

the lonley black rose
as innocent as can be
forced to spill blood
all for another

he is not the last
but is soon to be gone
for innocence does not last

staining the ground red
with blood from the rose
crimson flows freely
never to be seen again