Ok, not a fantastic poem. FF8, Irvine's thoughts leading up to the assassination attempt. Too many failed story starts on the same topic, someday maybe my brain will behave and let me do this. I do not own the character or the story line, SquareSoft does. This is just my interpretation of why Irvine froze (maybe).
Thoughts on a Murder
Why am I cursed with memories
that render me so cold?
I can't bring back that carefree smile,
I'm feeling way too old…
I never wanted this to be,
it wasn't in my plans.
Please help me calm my breaking heart
and still my shaking hands.
The voices in my head accuse,
condemning me so loud
"You should not do this, Irvy boy,
your momma won't be proud."
The rifle's cold, familiar steel
won't work it's magic now.
It can not soothe my shattered nerves
my soul cries out, "So how?"
I just can't shoot the Sorceress,
my hands won't work their art.
This woman was my mother once.
My head knows …
...and my heart.
"It's really just a signal"
the boss tells me. "A sign"
What does he think? Can he not see
the chaos in my mind?
I have to kill someone I love,
to save her from herself…
I raise the gun…
... I sight my mark…
… and damn myself to hell…