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
(Inspiration was Sephiroth from Final Fantasy)
The darkness inside me has been growing,
Not even the light from you can pierce its veil,
From the look on your face I can tell you have seen my dark wing,
While it pierces the skin and my faces goes pale.
My eyes turn black along with my soul,
I am no longer one of your kind,
It seems my hatred has taken toll,
I have lost control.
Shame passes through my heart,
As I realize what I have done,
I attempt to regain control over my self and it rips me apart,
I have tainted myself now forever I am blackened.
My pulse stops and the transformation is complete,
I am now forever a dark angel.
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