AN: This little number deals with Orochimaru's obsession with power and immortality. I like to think that this is something that he would have written in his youth before straying. After all, no one is born evil, no matter how inconcievable it is to believe, once upon a time, Orochimaru was simply a boy with an ambition to be Hokage, much like many before and after him. Sadly, his ambition was twisted into something far less admirable and understandable. What drives a relatively good person to do horrible things, all in the name of power or immortality? Perhaps this can give us a bit of insight.
When warm sunlight has fled us,
Leaving but shadow in its wake
Will we embrace the darkness
With every breath we take?
When the clearing by the wood is gone,
The victim of some nameless hate,
Who then will remember us
Who will recall our fate?
When the mirror shows no reflection,
Nor Truth, nor Lies, nor Fate
Who then will trace our faces
With chalk and empty slate?
When the path through the field is gone,
Reclaimed by mother's hand
Who then will recall our triumphs
A list which is short yet long?
When the city is still and silent,
A testament to death and rage
What eye, then, shall see us
As no more than a dusty page?
When that which is Hidden
Is lost in spirit yet found
What ear, then, shall hear it
That low and mournful Sound?
When all that is left is stillness
On white shores of crimson lakes
All that is left is nothing,
There shall be no more to take.