ill-gotten gains
bitter seduction
enters the realm
unwittingly, she
undergoes her task
her field of study is love left unanswered.
she walks: a harbinger.
and he was a ghost
in desperation
latched himself to
his downfall
she appointed him
"test subject"
he was a phantom of a memory
ill-gotten phantom
of a dream
the experiment worked.
better than Master had hoped
pain.
numbed her senses and digital heart.
she did not reciprocate obsession
he fought for her smiles
tempting and grim
he pursued her identity
he pursued her love,
and he fought for affection
incomprehensible.
the temptress
had nothing to say.
she did not understand.
she sought one
the bearer of the Bracelet
envy consumed him
but the bearer
had nothing to say.
the bearer
did not understand.
he still sought her identity.
he continued to.
he would not find one.
no user at the terminal.
no one at the computer.
no computer.
no player.
the lengths he traveled
the depth of his passion
to remain unmoved
was too much to ask.
the bearer persisted.
it was wrong of her
to assist
to offer her guidance
to offer her blade.
she paid dearly
it was then.
she was calculated.
battle-ready.
she…
lost control.
the text on the screen.
numbers askew.
lost, the façade.
cool and collected
nevermore
what others deemed
insanity
she knew as
identity.
insanity.
things.
things spoke to her.
whispers of memories
and questions arose
who is she?
when did she grace this realm
with her poise and her charm
and her unique design?
'who am I'
she seeks solitude.
time to think.
deprived of self.
deprived.
not Mia.
not his Mia.
untapped power
a secret unknown
a force exploited.
she watched herself move.
not her.
she knew it was not her.
but she saw through its eyes.
she saw the bearer.
she saw him
and she wept
for her every intent
was to watch them fall
writhe
and she wept longer, for
she would be unmoved.
she did not succeed.
their deaths occurred not.
she did not deal
the cold fate
Macha assigned.
it was she who plunged first.
and as all monsters do
in this magical realm
she vanished
wordless.
emotionless.
she did not return his gift
called love.
and she watched him cry.
later.
she is there.
alone and cold.
abandoned by Master.
alone and cold.
and maybe
someone would discover her
in a room
from which she cannot
escape
the very same room
she has no recollection of.
no will.
no past.
no future.
her will.
she utters a single word
Elk.
perhaps there is hope after all.
^*^
Disclaimer: Tasogare Ookami Konyo does not own .hack or Mia. This was originally an angst-filled one-shot, but it didn't flow well and I reduced it to poetry. [laughs] Anyway, yes; this was just something to reassure myself as I write part 3 of Cold, Null, and Void. So, yeah. I suck at poetry…
