EnchantedMidnight

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Hollow Souls As I walk up these endless stairsLeading me to a place no one should ever have to face, I find myself among the people I thought I knew. People I freely laughed with just last year. I realize, Among these hollow and scared souls I walk, Taking comfort in the knowledge that everyone here, Are just as confused and lost as I.

Flowers With the symbol of love The roses bloom today, While the light that shines from above Wakes them up to play. Lilacs with their darling hues Of purple, white, wispy blue, Drag me from my saddened blues And out to run askew. Lilies blooming here and there Colors dancing among the dirt, Bring sweetness to the air Sucking away the plainness of the Earth.

Black Willow Swaying are her branches as she stands at the top A pit of Daises surround her uprooting roots She stands so tall, to her a skyscraper is an ant. She whispers and laughs along with the wind, voice smooth like silk The air is rich with the scent of Willow but Daises turn it intoxicating Breathtaking like a true piece of art that sways so gracefully The dirt bed around her make up her shoes The sky is a cast that rocks her gently back and forth Her branches are the graceful dancers of the wind Her skin so smooth that only makes her more dazzling than before.

Author's Note:Alright, so my style is changing up, I find that I happen to like what some of my favorite Authors put on their stories and I think that it would look cool on mine. So, I'm adding a disclaimer, a warning, and a summary, while at the end, I will ask a question, just in case you have nothing to review. :) Enjoy the start of my new story, Found. x-X-x Disclaimer: I only own my OCs and the village, the rest of the characters are Kishi's toy, I just so happened to steal them in a legal manner for my story. :D Warning: None that I can think of... Summary: Miraculously Obito lived after the war and low on chakra as well as in severe in

A/N: Alright, I really do like how I start this story. This is a Tobi love story, but it will not immediately kick off, first, they have to meet. But, I also need to have a background for my character, so, this is a prologue chapter. But, I will still call it Chapter One. :) Enjoy as you will, please. And, for Jashin's sake, DON'T steal my story idea. Don't Cry... Mama... Please Don't Cry... Chapter One "Night Mom!" I yelled as I hurriedly ran up the thin staircase, kicking off my shoes and throwing them over the side of the staircase to the shoe bucket below. I didn't want her to see it. She doesn't deserve it. Don't see the blood, I interna