Why did I write this? Well, as I recall we were going over sonnets in an old creative writing class and were told to make them slightly romantic. The most romance going on in my life was the fact that I had watched Death Note, and fallen in love with the detective L. So....I took the only "love" I felt in my life and wrote this. A "love" poem for a fictional character.
Detective L
The great bard begged it best,
"What is your substance? Whereof are you made?"
Across static thine obsidian eyes fill me with zest.
And I - captivated in the ragged flow of hair the midnight shade.
Bathed in a pale light, I laugh. Your posture defied word.
Yet I witness your mind analyze faster than belief.
From you flows a voice, colder and more calculated, as any heard.
From your bitterness, only the sugar balanced in thine hand, shall give relief.
Each glorious imperfection is made to show-
Why can such flaws exist, and all the same my heart leaps?
Those eyes are empty cells of animation, held forever low.
Yet in them justice never sleeps.
"What are you?" my mind does scream.
"Do you live? Are you anything more than movement across a screen?"
- Posted using the awesomeness of Salazar Slytherin!
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Likes. :-)
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