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Author's note: Sorry if this turns out to be really crappy, but Sasori's name (Which you will see in the first line of the poem) inspired me to make a poem for him. This is supposed to be Deidara's thoughts on his death and all that jazz. It took me a while to finnally finish. Let me know what you think.^^
P.S. Yeah, I know the title's the same as a line in the poem, but I couldn't think of anything better... Besides, I thought it suited the poem well. Anyway, on to the poem.^^

Puppeteer of the Red Moon

Scorpion of the Red Sand
Holds the strings in his hand.
The puppeteer of the Red Moon
will show you his true art soon.
He put his victims through terror,
but still failed to see his fatal error.

I respected his opinions, though I often disagreed.
I guess his own end has made him see.
Life is not permenant; Only a game we're forced to lose.
No matter how hard someone tries, they cannot choose.
The only permenant thing is death.
Everything must give it's last breath.

Art is a bang, my dear friend. Now do you see?
All the same, I hope you can hear me.
Rest in peace and although I can't say where you are
I'll be searching for you when my time comes.
You'll always be a true artist to me.
Know that much is true, Sasori.

The End