Queen's Knight of Ni: Hey this is a poem I wrote about Duo's thoughts on the battlefield as the God of Death.

Shinigami's Recollection

Battlefields, desolate except for the hapless soldiers who continuously fight.

As I gaze out onto the battlefields I see my countless victims.

Their blood is stained upon my clothes.

The care I give is not worth their lives,

and I pay no mind to their screams.

Of those I've killed there are still more.

They charge before be begging for their death.

As I stand amidst the place and look at all the blood and bodies

that lie before me and around me, I start to wonder,

"What happens when there is no one for the God of Death to take?

Will he die like the rest?"

While destroying my enemy and those who wish to die,

these thoughts continue to invade my mind.

But now as I sit here

looking at what Shinigami the God of Death has done,

I realize that the Shinigami will live forever

and keep in check those living and those of Hell.

Never can the job of the God of Death ever be finished.

Never will Shinigami be at rest.