I don't own Digimon.
Okay, first off, I have to admit that I am a 'Takari' believer. I'm sorry if this surprises you. I've admired the couple since the first season, and I truly believe that they are meant for one another. However…I can no longer put up with this countless 'Davis/Daisuke loves Kari/Hikari, therefore he must die/be seriously maimed/get his spiky-haired butt kicked by T.K./Takeru and/or Tai/Taichi and/or Matt/Yamato etc. etc. etc.' fanfics. While I am not a particularly big fan of Daisuke's, and don't mind a little fun at his expense now and then, I don't feel that everybody should get mad at him and want him to die just because he's hopelessly in love with Hikari. Let's face it, I'm sure that there are many young men out there who feel that they are a much better match for her, and the fact that Daisuke loves somebody who many people think should be with another should not make him a 'dead man walking'. I'm not asking people to change their opinion about him, or stop writing 'Daisuke must DIIIIIEEEEE' fanfics, because I know I can't stop them, and I don't even want to. I just want them to realize that there's more to him than that. Plus, we should consider the fact that he will inevitably be crushed if/WHEN T.K. and Kari hook up officially, and that's the viewpoint that I'm expressing in this poem. Flamers will be summarily ignored (if getting their brains bashed in by Zudomon's hammer counts as ignorance…kidding!).
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Takeru and Hikari,
Hikari and Takeru.
"Takari," they call it, the perfect couple.
Digi-destined since they were only eight years old
To be together forever…
The knight carrying hope as his sword,
And his beautiful queen, his princess of light.
Two young angels who will one day take off hand in hand
And fly toward their bright future.
And then there's me.
Daisuke.
The outsider, the intruder,
The 'odd man out' in this romance of the heavens,
Trying to force my way between them,
Trying to find my place in this love triangle.
But how can there even such a thing
When you don't even feel the same way about me?
I stand for courage
The 'courage' to keep going without your affection
I stand for friendship
But I feel so alone when you gaze at him with your sparkling eyes
Why can't you ever look at me the same way?
I have no light
And no hope of ever gaining that light
I can only watch from the shadows
As you fling yourself into the comfort of his arms
And let him pull you closer to his body
The same way that I wish that I could hold you.
You are an angel of light
And he, the angel of hope
Two symbols of true love and devotion shining brilliantly in the darkness.
The two angels, locked forever in each other's arms
Each folding their wings around the other's body
Protecting them, shielding them from the horrors outside.
Two angels, the perfect couple,
Together forever and a day
While I stand and watch from the shadows
And dream these hopeless dreams of when the light might choose
To smile upon me for a while.