(A poem about Leomon's thoughts, in Devimon's first attack on the chosen,
as Leomon sacrifices himself for the good of the digital world. I've
wanted to do something on Leomon for some time now. Please review, even if
you think it sucks, I have no clue how good it is.)
The demon comes, on torn black wings
An illusion of safety dispelled
I raise my blade, powerless
If only I could stop myself
But the black gear does not listen
In His control, I almost destroy
Those who would save my world.
A bright light of the heavens
As I lift my sword, the miracle comes
I explain the legend, but
Free once more, but I must fight
"Run!" I am told, but I shall not
For fleeing would doom my world.
"I must stop Devimon from pursuing you!"
Tears in his eye, he runs from the demon
I plunge my blade downward, cutting him free
And then fight on, knowing my fate
As he floats away to safety
But I am not to have such a destiny.
"Fist of the Beast King!"
The head of the lion roars
But Evil is too powerful
Once more, He controls me
At least our world's hope is safe
But now, I still suffer this fate
There was no other way
Our world's only hope must survive
Even if it destroys me.