Justice
a Magic Kaito poem
The moon, high in the sky.
The sky, clear and cold from the winter time.
The light, edges sharp as blades,
Reveal it to any and all watching eyes.
The rosy cheeks now pale,
Their red left instead on the snow.
The gentle eyes now glassy,
Their blue as hard as glacier ice.
The light hair now dark,
Their blonde locks clumping together.
The inquiring voice now silent,
Their pink lips letting no breath pass.
The strong chest now still,
Their brown cloak unmoving in death.
The thief, suddenly still,
The officer, silently staring,
The girl, shockedly stunned,
See this sight and cannot believe.
None would ever believe this could happen,
Not here, where nobody gets hurt, ever.
But the thief couldn't protect,
The officer couldn't react,
And the girl couldn't move.
Now the British detective
Is the one in need of justice.
Justice for the thing that has been stolen.
Stolen, but to never be returned.
