Like I said, I don't read Death Note. I just read the preview. I don't know what spurred this on, but here it is.
This really has nothing to do with the actual plot of DN. It just involves the concept which I will explain. It doesn't even have to have Light (I'm pretty sure his name is Hikari or something of the sort, but I have no proof, so Light it is.) in it. I experimented with a second Shinigami dropping a Death note and falling in love with the person, Jacquelyn, who found it. But as I went through it in my head, it got way too complicated and parts of it didn't make as much sense as they should. Basically I had a run in with the second law of thermodynamics (aka KISS). Instead of a love triangle, we had a cross between Romeo and Juliet and a love bow tie. So I changed it. This is what I came up with. Despite the genre, it is neither sappy nor angsty. It simply is. And it is kind of hanging at the end, but it accomplishes what I want it to. If you guys have any ideas, tell me and go for it. But this is a one shot and I intend this to be the end of it.
This originally a prose piece, but I had a lot of space to fill. Instead, for an English class, I turned it into a ballad. This is what happened. Tell me what you think asap, because I'm getting sick over the fact that I have to read it in front of the class.
Why all this now? I don't want anything at the end. I think you'll see why. So R&R. and I'll se you around. Liebe sie von Doomschneider.
Disclaimer: not mine. For all it's worth, I may as well be, but someone came up with the "death note" first, so technically it is not mine.
And now, without further ado (even though this is ado)…
Karma, Courtesy of Kate
He shuffled deftly through his bag,
A book was in the tote.
The book was black, the pages worn,
The cover said "Death Note."
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About poor fortuned souls, he knew,
The first of pages read:
"Whose name is written here will be,
in forty seconds, dead.
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The cause of death the reaper writes
In sixty seconds' time,
And all details from there on out
Are followed to a dime."
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This boy was barely seventeen,
You wouldn't think he could,
Decided he'd eliminate
All those he deemed not good.
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This book, he knew, would be his key,
Despite it's weight on him,
To rid the world of nasty folk;
Of theft and murders grim.
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He sighed and turned to see his love,
That roguish Jacqueline maid.
She's proud for all, but sweet to him.
"Walk home with me," she bade.
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Obliging her, his hell-bound girl,
He followed down the hall;
Left silent Kate who loved him so,
The loneliest of all.
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Her silence, though, grew into spite,
Her jealousy rose, too.
"If Jacqueline would just go away,
then I could be with you."
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One day that feisty Jacqueline girl,
She got into a fight.
"Meet me at the beach at eight,
we'll settle this tonight."
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The crowd was large, the cliff was small,
How could it be this way?
He looked strait down; just one small rock.
What was the chance? No way.
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But wait. The book, he hadn't seen
Since yesterday at three.
He scanned the crowd and looked around,
"Who would do this to me?"
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His eyes fell on a shaken Kate.
His heart slowed to a rest.
Her knuckles white, so tight around
the Note clasped to her chest.
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He snatched the book and blanched to see,
In writing tight and stiff:
This Jacqueline girl will fight and die
When she falls o'er the cliff.