I´m greeting everyone!
This is my first poem on DN. I am not a native- speaker, so please, be nice to me!
If you like the poem (and even if you don´t like), please review!
Disclaimer: I do not own Death note or any of its characters.
The end is NEAR
Come closer.. I can see you now
walking on the feathers of a crow.
Come closer... You can see my face
but you can't rid me out of this place.
Even if you knew my name,
killing me would be a shame
on your intelligence which I rank high.
I bet you won't give it a try.
The only idea you're to put through
is proving your lies are absolutely true.
Not to me, I know your identity
but to keep the Task Force Team's fidelity.
You know they can bring you doom
so you have to make a move very soon.
To confuse them, to avert their attention
and relieve your dirty ego's tension.
To erase any traces that could give you away
and continue the nasty game you play.
Under control you aren't free to kill
but you need someone to perform Kira's will.
Your silly woman is of no use
and you should think carefully whom to choose.
But you have to select a complete stranger
which can't be done without the risk of danger.
There are many people who are your 'fans'
and would be more than willing to carry out your plans.
Some of them are pitiful and dull,
they would sell their allegiance for a bulk.
The Demegawa case cost you a lot,
therefore you can't afford any hasty fault.
You crave for someone who would bless
your 'might', your 'fair sense', your foolishness.
Your desire is to be 'The God of the New World'
but your hot love for justice has turned cold.
Your noble intensions have made you vile
'cause you fight the evil 'eye for eye' style.
Life issues are essential to be detached
from the saying: A wedge is vented by a wedge.
Life is no rotten apple you could waste
'cause it's smelly, mushy, of yucky taste.
By now you've murdered thousands.
My aim is to stop this nonsense.
One thing of fatality is true –
I am always ahead of you.
I know your mentality, what you might overlook
and how you use that malicious notebook.
I work with agents who have confidence in me.
I guess this is your greatest plea.
Even Mikami was a piece of cake –
there is nothing for me you could fake.
It's high time you started to fear
'cause I warn you: The end is NEAR!
Near (not completely himself = totally furious): What have you done with my deductive thinking?
LucyfromSK: I have transformed it into the language of poets, that´s all.
Near: This is dishonest!
LucyfromSK: And why?
Near: I am a genius! Not an artist!
LucyfromSK: Yeah, yeah, yeah... A genius and a kid.
Near: There is nothing shameful about adoring toys and intelligent gadgets.
LucyfromSK: And nothing shameful about posting a poem to this site!
Near: This is not how I think!
LucyfromSK: It is! But a little more... aesthetic.
Near: I´m in no mood to quarrel with you - you artist-freak.
LucyfromSK: Hey! This has been an offense! - running after Near -
Ryuuk: But I like it!
Matsuda: So do I.
Ryuuk and Matsuda: Review, please!