By His Red Eye

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He stood alone.
The rise of the moon against the tide,
A comfort to his soul.
A single tear,
Sliding silently down his cheek,
As the stars appeared aglow.
Not once did he move,
His eyes fixed on the gleaming dome.

He had won,
But he had lost.
The glow of red,
Glistening in the sky above.
The world was his,
His eye of red beamed upon the land,
His land.

Not a brother or a sister,
Not a mother or father,
Not even a wife
To love in his kingdom.
He was alone,
King of the world.

He was a broken soul,
A wound unwilling to heal.
His Moon’s Eye Plan had worked,
But for what?
A land all his own?
A world at his command?

He stood alone.
The rise of the moon against the tide,
No longer a comfort to his soul.
His tears no more,
His cheeks now dry,
As the stars once again appeared aglow.
Still, he did not move,
His life a pit of despair.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this during my Social Studies class right after reading Edgar Allen Poe. Originally, I based this off of a man in Naruto (the manga) named Madara Uchiha. Personally, I think this is my best poem.

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