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
Copyright © Max Lewy | Year Posted 2020
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