A/N: So, in LA, we had to do an ode, because we're starting the poetry unit. And after about thirty seconds of hard and long thought, I decided to do an ode to L. :P And then I figured, eh, what the hell. I'll post it on . Get some feedback, y'know? So this is the product of about 4 to 5 hours of disjointed work [read: a combined time of about an hour or so. :P] and a due date of Friday the 20th. XD As always, reviews are welcome. I will answer all who log in. Sorry to the anons, but I don't feel like posting a new chapter for you. :( Enjoy. :)
Ode to L Lawliet
O L, the greatest of men,
Oft called the best of them all,
Catching criminals time and again,
He has the whole world at his beck and call.
His quirks are endearing
Though they set him apart
From the people, who are jeering
At his apparent lack of heart.
For L is an emotionless man.
He expresses no joy, sorrow, or pain.
In fact, only two men can
Make L show anything but disdain.
But he has the drive needed
To solve any case,
Be it a mass murderer to be weeded
Or something more commonplace.
Though many aspire to fill his shoes,
The raven-haired panda remains unique.
And though the world tries to choose,
It will never find the successor it seeks.
For L is his own man,
And all others are just pawns.
Though he died at Kira's hands,
His legacy lives on.
FIN