Lament

A hand to aid along the road
A laugh to lighten any load
A place to bring a burdened heart
And heal the ache of sorrow's dart
Who'd willing share in joy or tears
And help to ease my darkest fears
Or my soul like his own defend
And all because he was my friend

I never realized how much Wormmon meant to me until now. He'd do anything for me, and I? I did worse than nothing for him. Always ready with more abuse, I never realized why he stayed despite it. It was because he was a true friend, and did not want to hurt me by leaving.

No grave could hold so free a soul
I see him in the frisking foal
I hear him laughing on the breeze
That stirs the very tops of trees
He soars with falcons on the wing
He is the song the nightbirds sing
Death never dared him captive keep
He lies not there; he does not sleep

But yesterday he did leave me. Like the friend he always was, even to the end, he left in order to help me. He died in order to save me. He tried his hardest alive to tell me that I was heading down a wrong path. But it took his death to tell me that.
He can't be dead! my mind screams. Wormmon was too alive while he still was to be dead now. Everything I see reminds me of that fatal day yesterday.

But there is silence by my side
That haunts the place he used to ride
And nothing, no one can allay
The loss I have sustained this day
How bleak the future now has grown
Since I must face it all alone
My road is weary, dark, and steep
And it is for myself I weep

But although he can't be dead, he is. Dead as a doornail. A bunch of data, broken into bytes and scattered on the wind. No more will I go to the Digiworld and see his face overjoyed that I've finally come back to headquarters. I was too ungrateful then. I don't deserve it now. I have been true evil, and it will be an uphill road back to the light. And now? I cry because I will face it alone.