Missited - Profile

In the shadowed halls of heart and mind, Light Yagami seeks truths that bind, With pen in hand and death's design, He casts his line, fate redefined. A student cloaked in virtue's guise, Yet in his eyes, a demon lies, A notebook’s power at his behest, He writes, adjudicates, no rest. For every name that meets its end, The world contorts, begins to bend, To his iron will, his stern decree, A god of new age, cruelly free. A laugh that chills the spine of night, Ambitions hidden from the light, In every heart's clandestine beat, Lies the echo of Light’s deceit. A battle waged with wits and might, In day's embrace and slip of night, Where only one can claim the right, The name of justice, burning bright. Yet in the end, what truth remains? But ash and dust in cerebral lanes, For every life that's snuffed and gone, Carves deeper dark in the dawn's first yawn. Light Yagami, with godly claim, Did you find glory? Or just the flame? Of a world that burns in righteous fire, Consumed by the pyre of your desire.

I'm liking the direction it's going, and I hope it stays that way. ............................................................................................