This is a poem I wrote for the final episode of Death Note, where Light Yagami's death and reign as Kira are the main focuses.
The angel's wing is but a few inches out of reach
She exclaims "stop contradicting all that you teach!"
There is no war, nor blatant pain
But there is no love, only a game
Another child's tear has joined the riverbed
It could never be where that child slept
"Can you not see what you've done?"
Perhaps the wish never begun
A trickster, a hard-heart, a death at best
The angel leans progressivo, para a frente to clutch his chest
"You can look all you like, but there is nothing you'll find."
Even though the pendulum swayed
Even when por him she stayed
Even when the white orb of light
Was placed inside, it put up a fight
A glare forever etched into the soul of his
Eyes that surely would not be missed
If she placed a yellow kiss on his heart,
Would he still have stabbed her in the dark?
Through the ironic midst of blurred visions,
He yearns for one segundo of comfort that's his
Why ever did those rag bonecas stray?
Though, even now, he would have nothing to say
Searching for one quiet place,
The disappointing trickle of blood caressing his face
Not one of his evildoings returns,
With himself as himself, he could never learn
The erases runs across the sweat of his skin
His mind whirls in confusion and context of sin
The child has lost his way
Inevitably, you could say
Bare feet trudge through the mud and the rain
In hopes to find somewhere, the arms of promise, to lay
And then, nothing was real
Nothing to know, nothing to feel
No one at all
No thoughts at all
This was his fault
Ever so wrong,
"Join it?" a somber and faint voice pleads.
The angel's wing is but a few inches out of reach
She exclaims "stop contradicting all that you teach!"
There is no war, nor blatant pain
But there is no love, only a game
Another child's tear has joined the riverbed
It could never be where that child slept
"Can you not see what you've done?"
Perhaps the wish never begun
A trickster, a hard-heart, a death at best
The angel leans progressivo, para a frente to clutch his chest
"You can look all you like, but there is nothing you'll find."
Even though the pendulum swayed
Even when por him she stayed
Even when the white orb of light
Was placed inside, it put up a fight
A glare forever etched into the soul of his
Eyes that surely would not be missed
If she placed a yellow kiss on his heart,
Would he still have stabbed her in the dark?
Through the ironic midst of blurred visions,
He yearns for one segundo of comfort that's his
Why ever did those rag bonecas stray?
Though, even now, he would have nothing to say
Searching for one quiet place,
The disappointing trickle of blood caressing his face
Not one of his evildoings returns,
With himself as himself, he could never learn
The erases runs across the sweat of his skin
His mind whirls in confusion and context of sin
The child has lost his way
Inevitably, you could say
Bare feet trudge through the mud and the rain
In hopes to find somewhere, the arms of promise, to lay
And then, nothing was real
Nothing to know, nothing to feel
No one at all
No thoughts at all
This was his fault
Ever so wrong,
"Join it?" a somber and faint voice pleads.