I kneel on the floor,
Tears falling from my eyes.
I have learned to hate you,
Along with all your lies.

"My God, Enma, this is... this is..." said Julie, his eyes wide as he held the sheet of torn notebook paper.

"Yes?"

"...soooooo good!"

"Thanks, Julie," replied Enma graciously. "Well, then, have you finished yours?"

"It's not very good..."

Enma picked up the sheet with Julie's poem and read. "Roses are read, violets are blue. Go to hell."

He looked back at Julie. Julie looked at him.

"It's, um. Succinct."

Julie beamed. "I poured all my feelings into it!"

Enma bit back a sigh.

Maybe it wasn't too late to consider defecting to the Vongola... wait.