Moon, Night, God
A/N: I like this one as well :)
Light was a boy full of power and pride
His star shone as bright as the moon on the tide
Clever and cunning and charming and bold
His story is indeed a fun one to be told.
I watched from afar as his dark boredom grew
A genius, a prodigy he had nothing to do.
A still silent reaper in human disguise
Sitting there coldly, plotting demise.
Out of pity I tossed out a way to escape
But the things that he did astounded even the fates
He grew more and more silent, more and more still
As he learnt to deceive, learnt to kill.
A God to his people, a prophet foretold
My little Light became daring and bold,
Powers of kin, a gift from the stars
But eventually they uncovered his farce.
In death, finally, he realised his dream
For Gods cannot be while they still can be seen
And in the end we stood to applaud
As I traced out - Moon Night God.
