MK/DC does not belong to me. Happy?
I was wondering – Magic Kaito still is a lovely, funny story – but it still holds some very serious issues. Kaito is only a kid, after all. So this poem is about the division of character, of an ancient, silent grief – of masks and temptations.
Just so you know – Janus was the two-faced Roman god of the new year. With one face he looked towards the future – the other gazed into the past. He happens to represent the division of self – light and dark, day and night. Seemed appropriate.
Janus
Now, what makes a man? And what makes a thief?
For all his contentions may stem out of grief –
The half-moon still rises in two ancient eyes
But is their deceit then the price of the skies?
OOO
A phantom of ivory – a statue of ice
And marble unblinking. The old sacrifice
For four sets of cards in this murderous game
Has yet to devour. Can you say the same?
OOO
A mask that is worn – so calm and serene
Admired by all, but by none truly seen.
And what of the child whose father is fled –
Who takes his embrace in the halls of the dead?
OOO
The night is now waiting – so take to the sky
And fool them once more with the truth of the lie.
The red moon is rising – and who stands beneath?
The mask, or the man – with the soul of a thief.
