Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon. The poem is "Ulalume" by Edgar A. Poe, and the chapter titles come from "The Song of Everlasting Sorrow" by Po Chu-i.
Chapter 8: Moons and Dawns
Lazulimon and Tora caught sight of the castle through the trees. They slowed to a stop.
"I suppose we should wait for the others," said Tora.
"At least we can do some investigating."
Tora slip off Lazulimon's back. "I have the feeling we're being watched."
Lazulimon dedigivolved to Opalmon, then she and Tora slipped off the trail into the trees.
The moon, blurred by a thin gauze of clouds, silhouetted the gothic spires of the castle. No lights shone in any windows. Nothing stirred. It brooded over the forest like a gravestone, or a skeleton of some large and terrifying creature, something still threatening even in death.
"Maybe it's deserted," Tora said.
"Don't count on it," Opalmon cautioned. "There's something evil about this castle. I suggest that we wait until the others arrive, or at least until morning."
Tora agreed.
They waited for over an hour, talking softly and watching the castle. The moon set and the stars were just beginning to fade when Opalmon suddenly jumped up and exclaimed. "Tora! Look out!"
Black tendrils that had been slowly, quietly, slithering around them on the ground and in the trees suddenly constricted, creating a tight, sticky net that ensnared both Tora and his digimon.
"You are trespassing on land belonging to Gruesomon. Bad idea," said a voice from the shadows of the forest. "You are now my prisoners. You may now commence begging for mercy."