The Death of a Flower Girl

The Death Of A Flower Girl "If hope hath flown away in a dream or in none, is it therefore the less GONE?" I met you in a Church garden, my crude-crafted polygonal character crashing into your lovely high-definition pre-rendered flower-bed. You tended me like one of your daffodils Healing me with one of your white magic spells. I knew from that first moment That our love would be all too brief. But little did I know that you would be stolen away Long before the slick end sequence... Sweet heroine, with footsteps so soft you hopped into my heart, I wasn't ready for any love but yours. Why, oh why, Sephiroth - you, who I otherwise loved also as a character - did you have to cut her down ? From that day forth, everything in my life turned black... How I searched the internet, hoping to undo The fateful work of that terrible blade, Hopelessly cheated and betrayed by fake promises of resurrection... Aeris- your name still hangs on my lips, ringing with tears and regrets my childish recollection