Jūshirō Ukitake

Kind, gentle, and sweet,
he's one you'd want to meet.
A perfect gentlman,
sadly he's not tan.
A sickness has ahold,
of the lungs he's told.
Tubercolosis it is called,
from top to bottom it has crawled,
but he doesn't let it take over,
even though it grasps him like a lover,
and takes away his air.
It has even given him white hair.