Author's Notes
Another poem, but this one I've been wanting to write for a while. And that other poem, Sword Dancer, and your reviews, inspired this one.
Remember the main "enemy" of Season 1? Always had a bit of a soft spot for him for some reason…
Enjoy.
Apocalypse
He watched the world of light from his own darkness. It wasn't fair, but he'll cast his throne down soon enough, and live up to his name.
Apocylamon
Rating: T
Genre/s: Poetry
I'm watching you. Down below
On that glorious land of light,
Living, breathing, consuming, enjoying–
I'm watching you, I am.
Where do you think your wastage goes?
In the dustbins? On the mounds?
What of your failures? Your pains? Your sorrows?
Do you even think of that?
Tis I, the product cast aside
Dwelling in the heart that's black
In the unending darkness, unyielding,
Not thriving; living. Simply living.
You: humans, digimon, living soils,
You've made me what I am.
I'm hurt, in pain! I'm sad…I'm mad!
Beyond all words, I'm mad!
Where's the fairness in all of this?
Where is my reprieve?
You wail, you cry, then turn aside,
You walk away unscathed.
Well, no more! Too long it's been
Since I've first had my hat.
Already, your little light dims
Beyond that scorching flame.
Soon you'll see, you'll learn, you'll know
What it means to be
A creature born from all that's lost
A living being like me!
Cry now! Scream! I care not,
I tire of this play.
Alone too long, I've been
You claim, unworthy of your pot.
Perhaps it's true, but rightly not.
What right have you to say?
Bug if my feet cannot walk
My arms will reach instead.
Think not, my hold is very strong,
My vengeance even more.
After all, you've made me what I am,
From long, long ago.
You've had your time. Soon it's mine.
My wait is nearly up.
Life matters not with no seeds to sprout.
Continue on? I think not!
My one throne, I'll cast down
To collect my dues and take them back.
I hide in your shadows but to proceed
This total apocalypse!