Author's Note: Woo, poetry isn't my thing. I've got no clue where this came from, really. But, it's here. :D
Disclaimer: If I owned Death Note, would I really be writing poetry about it? I think not.
A pen against paper, a boy watches and waits,
Then man in the box will soon meet his fate.
The seconds tick by, none know what's drawing near;
The man drops to his knees, his face covered in fear.
He clutches his chest, a crowd gathers 'round;
Everyone's shocked; too paralyzed to make a sound.
Finally, a gasp, the civilians unfreeze;
Murmurs fly; rumors spread through the breeze.
The crowd knows the cause, but none dare say his name;
Though because of him they live in fear, in shame.
Some support him, some go against;
A few people doubt that he even exists.
But he does, indeed, the proof is loud and clear;
A brave soul whispers his name, just loud enough to hear.
A smirk; A laugh; several miles away,
A boy's completed his job; at least for today.
Across the room, on his television, lays the corpse
There's no doubt about it, he feels no remorse.
He's doing the world good, a favor, you see,
And besides, who else would clean the world, except for he?
He was the almighty Kira, pinnacle of righteousness;
The boys mind spun in a lingering state of bliss.
He could rule the world, just from inside his room;
But little did he know, he led himself, to his doom.
A/N: Death Note fanfic writers, when you write author's note at the beginning of your stories, do you find any irony in it? Just wondering. Review!