Author: This is my first poem thingy so please read and review!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of Naruto (unfortunately)

Destiny

Sharingan

It was his.

There was no more running,

No hiding.

The shadows were his friends,

The spilt blood his allies.

The wind howled around him,

Taunting him,

"When are you strong?"

"When are you ready?"

Tonight he knew the answer.

The field littered with broken shells,

The ground crying out blood,

Today he knew the answer.

He was ready.

He was strong.

He was powerful.

He was Uchiha Sasuke.