A cold, rainy night was still at hand
Just like last night, and the night before
Each second, each trickling sand
In the hourglass took far more
Time than it should in any way;
Waiting forever 'til the next day

A girl sat in her room, alone
With knees drawn all up to her chin;
There was nobody else at home
Except a stuffed kitty named Nin
And a computer, set before her
The best her parents could award her

The box was the only place she
Had any power in the world;
Everything else that she could see
Cared little of this little girl
And whatever she would say
To them on any given day

But in that place inside the 'Net
There were nets she could weave about;
And for a moment, she'd forget
All the things that would make her pout
Like broken limbs and cruelish boys
And mean adults and broken toys

It all shattered, though, on that night
When those two heroes joined the scene;
Not only had they won the fight
But shattered what there might have been
A scheme so sure, none could defy
Until the two had happened by

So desolate did she become;
No longer had she any power
Reduced again to just a young'n
Just a girl, a little sour
She no longer had her control,
And the blow shook her to her soul

But then . . . a night just like before
There came a whisper from the night,
And though she checked around the door
With sharp eyes and a small flashlight
She could not find the speaker, there;
Only a front step, fully bare

The voice continued, despite all,
And Miho listened all the while;
"I can help you make them crawl,
All of them, the cursed vile
People who make you feel sad;
Your classmates, and your mom and dad."

"They're not important," she muttered
To none apparent in the night;
"It's the two fighters that I want."
"They're Pirogoeth and Largo, right?"
The voice chuckled; "All in good time,
But _real_ people are more sublime."

Miho nodded, at a loss
For words in all the rainy weather
Her hair flew all around her, tossed
By the wind and rain; it flew untethered.
And, like a godsend, so it fell--
A ribbon, dark as night in hell

"Wear this," said the unseen one,
"This ribbon is my charm to you.
Wear it, and our deal's begun
And there's so much I'll help you do."
The young girl shivered in the night
And stared at ribbons, a black sight.

Slowly, she bent forth and held
The length of blackness in her hand.
Like the voice had before impelled,
She ran it through her purple strands
Of hair, and just like that they stuck
Without need of difficult muck

"The deal is joined," she heard inside
Her head; "The bargain now is done;
And worry not, for I've not lied
About the promises of fun
Of making others do your will;
Of that, you'll never get your fill."

A wicked smile found her face,
It spread so slightly, yet was there,
As delicate as any lace,
As the ribbon in her hair.
"We will rule over them all,"
She said, "each of them will now fall . . ."

A cold, rainy night was still at hand
Just like the night so long ago
But now, promise of a black band
Added it's own special glow
To hopes and dreams, and passing seconds
"Come, my dear . . . the future beckons."