Virgil's POV
My idea is to add a poem to my poem book/journal. I'm in the mood for something full of angst. Oh I got one!
A Red Rose

The bloody rose, in they're hand it lay.

They're pale skin,
filled with lines of crisman.

On they're chest, they're arms, down they're torso, and on they're thighs.

This is they're red rose death.

Cries and screams,

this is they're red rose death.

Sirens and blinding bright lights.

This is they're bloody white rose death.

I closed my book, satisfied with the poem I made. All that accomplishment turned to fear as I heard something in the corner of my room.

Deceit's POV
As I came slowly out of the shadows, Virgil yelled "DECEIT! What are you doing in my room?! Were you there the whole time?! You stalker!"
"Woah, woah! Calm down Virge. I only came here to do this~"