Ode to John Green

In the deepest black of midnight Shines a tiny pen light As a tear-stained face strains To read words that contain A flood of emotion O! How can such a simple, two-dimensional world Tear a hear to shreds? O! When did black and white Take claim to my very soul? But alas! My spirit is ripped From it's bony cage While you write on Feeling what is left of me With the most beautiful dread O! John Green! Lituratury master! I salute you and the Fault in Our Stars With this horrible poem And this small heart-shaped pen Which I have transfer the last piece of my heart to Like a Horocrux.