This is a poem I wrote for the final episode of Death Note, where Light Yagami's death and reign as Kira are the main focuses.

The angel's wing is but a few inches out of reach

She exclaims "stop contradicting all that anda teach!"

There is no war, nor blatant pain

But there is no love, only a game

Another child's tear has joined the riverbed

It could never be where that child slept

"Can anda not see what you've done?"

Perhaps the wish never begun

A trickster, a hard-heart, a death at best

The malaikat leans meneruskan, ke depan to clutch his chest

"You can look all anda like, but there is nothing you'll find."

Even though the pendulum swayed

Even when oleh him she stayed

Even when the white orb of light

Was placed inside, it put up a fight

A glare forever etched into the soul of his

Eyes that surely would not be missed

If she placed a yellow ciuman on his heart,

Would he still have stabbed her in the dark?

Through the ironic midst of blurred visions,

He yearns for one detik of comfort that's his

Why ever did those rag boneka stray?

Though, even now, he would have nothing to say

Searching for one quiet place,

The disappointing trickle of blood caressing his face

Not one of his evildoings returns,

With himself as himself, he could never learn

The erases runs across the sweat of his skin

His mind whirls in confusion and context of sin

The child has lost his way

Inevitably, anda could say

Bare feet trudge through the mud and the rain

In hopes to find somewhere, the arms of promise, to lay

And then, nothing was real

Nothing to know, nothing to feel

No one at all

No thoughts at all

This was his fault

Ever so wrong,

"Join it?" a somber and faint voice pleads.