Accquainted with the Night
AN: Truly a poemfic frenzy, ne? Two in two days... Still, this is probably the last, for now at any rate. Blame the analyzing poetry section on my English exam.
Ownership: Poem by Robert Frost, anime by Toei, actual thought by yours truly.
I have been one accquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have been evil. Evil in the deepest sense. I have wished to cause myriad kinds of pain in others, and taken sadistic delight in their torment. But few know this, because I did it all far away from where most people look. I went farther in my sadism than most people... but I went farther physically as well. Literally to another world.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
It wasn't always easy to get there. It took a death. The death of my brother. He guarded the gate, literally. I needed to use his room, his computer... and my Digivice, which he claimed. I went there for brief seconds before his death, but never for long; I'd always get in major trouble on my return. Even my great genuis brother wouldn't understand about the Digiworld; how could I tell him? It took his death to truly open that gate; those first free journeys were bittersweet.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cty
Came over houses from another street,
And I followed in my brother's insensitive footsteps. The worshipped of the masses... Boy Genius Ken Ichijouji, The Amazing Programming Wonder. He was a too, and two of every three girls wanted him for boyfriend... I broke that record with three out of four. Not that I cared. It was annoying, all that attention, to never go anywhere without someone yelling for an autograph.
But not to call me back or say good-by;
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the sky
What brought me back? It wasn't all that attention—that drove me to the Digiworld in the first place. It was the death of a friend. Wormmon... but I've already wept enough to fill the oceans of both worlds twice. No sense in more. So what did call me back? In a larger sense, it was this. My Digivice. What brought me there in the first place, but what brought Wormmon to me. A friend to do anything for me... even that. It was the Digivice that did all this. Brought me full circle on the yin-yang balance of light and dark.
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one accquainted with the night.
So what is the Digivice? I once had a black one, while the Digidestined had white. Now mine is gray. Not grey, a harsh offensive gray. It reflected me, no longer certain of my path. I have been evil, evil in the deepest sense; what am I now?
