Soooo, I was told by my wonderful friend bloodredx that I should post this. As is. Don't worry, there's nothing racy in it or whatever. But there ARE spoilers for Crisis Core. Hugely massive ones. I warn you. SPOILERS! SPOILERS! PAY ATTENTION TO MY WORDS OF WISDOM! In case you couldn't tell, this is Zack talking to Angeal. The man with the needle refers to Hojo. Also, General is Sephiroth, Friend is Cissnei, Love is Aerith, and Boy is Cloud. Just so you don't get confuzzled. It's just a oneshot poem. I own nothing but the pretty words. But I wouldn't mind owning anything... fufufufufufu...
I thought we could run
From the man with the needle
From the past
For our lives
From those precious moments
Stolen from us.
I was wrong.
I thought I would live
To see her smile
To see her frown
To see her laugh
But fate is a cruel traitor
Betrayed am I
And betrayed I will die
Greeting death with a resigned smile.
I thought he was a hero
A silver General with angel's wings
Wings that guided you, too.
I thought he would protect the world
I guess he forgot to
Protect himself
From the monster
Lurking
In his very human heart
That he believed belonged to a demon.
My dear friend.
Your dear friend, too, right?
He could have been a hero.
I failed him.
I couldn't save him.
I couldn't stop his suffering
I could only watch
As that boy
Used your sword
To fight him.
Ah, that boy
That beautiful boy
With golden hair
And big blue eyes.
That boy loved him so much.
Wanted to be just like him when he grew up.
He was that boy's hero.
And that silver General of ours
Forced that boy to fight him
To defeat him
Which he did
He hates himself for it
I hate myself for it.
You would hate me, too.
Four years of pitiful silence.
Echoes in test tubes
Funneling artificial souls
Through false beakers
Into broken hearts.
Then you were there.
This sword is yours.
Your honor, your pride, your dreams…
You were angry. At me.
I couldn't save you.
I couldn't save him, either.
But I could still
Save that boy.
That boy…
I'll miss him, too.
The glass cracked
It was an awakening.
Awakening? Of who?
Breathe.
In, out, again.
Just keep breathing.
That pretty young man
Still a child with dreams
Just like my shattered ones…
I carried him for miles.
He never woke.
Not once.
Oh, sure, his eyes opened.
Tainted green
With the poison that killed
Our General
And you.
That poison…
It's in my veins, too.
I'm not too worried.
Try as I might
Soon I will die.
My straining limbs know
My tired head knows
My hurting heart knows.
Yes, I know.
Death will soon
Have me
Breathless...
We ran. That boy and I
I was running to her.
That woman.
I loved her.
Always have, always will.
She probably got over me.
Probably thought me dead.
Hm…
In hindsight, that's not completely
Inaccurate...
As I suspected
An army waited for me
I fought
As a warrior should
As a hero should.
I did not win.
That boy
His golden hair soaked
His eyes tainted with your poison
His face stained with tears.
He's crying?
Why?
Oh. For me.
He, too, knows I am dying.
I wonder if my love knows.
I wonder if my friend knows.
I wonder if my general knows.
I wonder if you know.
I wonder if anyone
Besides this innocent boy
Knows.
Huh.
I wonder if they
Will cry too.
Or maybe no one knows
Maybe no one cares
Maybe my love has moved on
She's written her last letter to me.
Maybe my friend has forgotten
That she didn't tell me her real name.
Maybe it doesn't matter.
After all that's happened,
There's not much I know for sure.
I actually feel very
Lost
In a world I tried to change.
In a world I tried to make better.
I wanted to help our General.
I wanted to help you.
But he is dead, and you are gone, and
I don't know if I ever did anything right at all.
There's one good thing I can be proud of.
This boy is here.
He's alive.
He's crying for me.
So maybe I did something good for him.
If that's true
Then he's everything I have left
In this world.
He is the proof that I existed.
I gave him your sword
The last thing I did for him.
The last thing I ever did.
Did I do what I set out to do?
I wanted to
Become a hero.
I wanted you to be proud of me.
I tried so hard to help people.
Are you proud of me for trying?
Is anyone proud of my attempt?
Does anyone care that I tried?
Ah.
Death is warm.
It looks like you.