Raito was a genius,
But his heart was cold
And tainted.
He never told others his own plans,
But instead asked brazen questions that were
Confusing, and being far superior to his opponents,
He quickly overstepped them.
He was truly a special child in an average world,
And knew this quite well, though it made no difference to him
How smart he was, so
He hid his evil plots under a sweet façade,
Keeping his ideals hidden in the shadows.
Raito knew that someday his actions would meet up with him,
And that he would share the same fate as his victims, as
He was promised as much by a demon.
But he was too haughty, and
Believed his time infinite
Because hadn't he destroyed all his enemies?
And now they were merely piles of dust
Abandoned in forlorn graves.
Raito was the perfect son, with looks and personality like an angel's,
On the outside. But inside he was twisted, malicious, possessed
By the power of a small black book.
Raito should have known
His self-assigned task was too hard,
Too much,
And that he shouldn't have tried to do everything at once.
But then L came, the detective with the blank obsidian eyes.
L, the embodiment of justice,
Who challenged Raito to a duel of intelligence.
Raito accepted, and soon those same eyes,
And L's same genius that surpassed Raito's own,
Were blank and frozen
From a heart attack.
And Raito laughed.
Laughed laughed laughed at his best friend's grave,
Because really L, Raito could never have truly been your friend.
After all, he was going to be god, and L opposed this new god.
So he laughed.
And time flew, months in a minute, years in a day.
And Raito should have known that he was not a god.
He was not immortal.
His time alive was not infinite.
He should have heeded the demon's promise of his demise.
He should have known he wouldn't be able to bear
The consequences of his actions.
But Raito unknowingly laughed.
Time flew.
And, just like all those he sentenced,
Genius Raito dies.