Midgar Skies
A Final Fantasy VII-inspired poem
Summary:
Cloud Strife's poetical views about the dreary Midgard during daylight.
Disclaimer:
Final Fantasy VII all of the characters in it are all courtesy of the makers.
Midgar Skies
You defy other godhood.
I walk dry on your kingdom's border
Exiled to no good.
—SYLVIA PLATH, "FULL FATHOM FIVE"
Hidden underneath the gargantuous silver platter we are;
Bones and breath tangled into one in the form of mist
Of alienations and darkness we soar; *
Down the edges of Zeitgeist. *
Wake, wake the call of the monster's gargoyle-like hands;
Which cut the children's dreams into remnants of doomsday
Dreary-eyed undeads of gray daylight:
Unsettling curses of the ever-night. *
Here we are as nobles and beggars; our blue-veined hands
Reach out to no direction in the ash-colored space *
The dried blood, of course: garbage's decays;*
Rufus's giant kingdom of solace.*
Adorned in a swarm of nimbus and rotten mice;*
The Midgar skies will now put to rest in a demon's gaze;
O crest of daylight: rush of twilight's solstice—*
Scrape them down in a daze!*
September 8, 2010; September 14, 2010
Asterisks (*) mark revised parts. Author's Note:
The revised version. Thank you so much to Chibipinkbunny for the suggestions. The first two revised lines are added for rhyme's sake, without ignoring the real intention of the poem, of course. I've also altered "Midgard" with "Midgar"—the correct name of the place. At the first time I experienced confusion because it has been a long time since I last played the game.
If you want to see the unedited version, open the second chapter of this post. Thank you!