Kiarra: I finally wrote something about Lavi!

Lavi: STRIKE! Hey, wait... It's Angsty!

Kiarra: Sorry... Most of my poetry turns out angsty for some reason...

Lavi: But I don't like angst!

Kiarra: Just do the Disclaimer...

Lavi: -Sighs- All right... Kiarra-Chan doesn't own the DGM series...


Scratch, scratch, scratch.

A quill against Parchment.

The hand moves with haste,

And yet it stops with haste.

Drip, drip, drip.

Ink spllaaatttering on the Desk.

Black, Sorrowful Ink.

An emerald eye glaring Daggers at the site.

Its thick, stinking mass covering the Scrolls.

A plaque to desk of information.

The Scribe is displeased.

His haste-filled hand now stained.

Quill speckled as if it had been a murderer.

The Scribe shakes his head.

He has to start over.

He begins to clean up the massacre.

But he pauses,

The Black, Sorrowful Ink,

Had left one thing untouched on its victim,

One word,

One "Me".

"Lavi".


Kiarra: Review please?

Lavi: I want to be in a Non-Ansty fic again...

Kiarra: I'll sick Cookie on you if you don't shut up...

Lavi: -Runs-