The Ballad of Chaos ~ By Crimson Sun
The world he sees through ruby eyes distorted through his dreams
And though he breathes, he's not alive and nothing's what it seems
Vincent cries, his tears are blood, the silent color red
With all his time, dimensions fly, and chaos roams his head
~
His nightmares range from not-so-bad to please-just-let-me-die
Love is pain where day is night and demons rule the sky
Jenova laughs, her hideous face, twisted beyond repair
There's the path that Hojo's laid, leading to despair
~
Scared and hopeless, found and lost, he stumbles through the graves
Chased and helpless, shattered peace, and there is nowhere safe
Chaos looms just up ahead; he roars out, do you hear him?
Is this too soon for you to fight or is it that you fear him?
~
Vincent wakes and Vincent screams, in blackness there it merges
Chaos makes a good breakout, desire to kill emerges
Silver wings from bony back, all stained in crimson-red
Screaming rings, Chaos lives, Valentine is dead
~
A beastly form stalks shadowed corners, Chaos makes his move
His mouth is torn, with broken wings, he needs something to sooth
The physical pain, the wounds he holds, searching for food he loves
Too keep him sane, the miracle cure; he has a taste for blood
~
All is silent in the town, for it is none past twelve
The evil giant sees his chance, a person from a house
He licks his lips, it's been too long, and he has nearly died
He picks his moment, the poor man screams, his little life had flied
~
Chaos, who's full and satisfied, begun to miss his grave
Back to you now, my pitiful friend, Chaos smirks and waves
To the tiny little town, before shrinking back to man
And there left on the pavement stones, a bloody Valentine
~
Vincent knows what happened, he mourns for the man who's dead
The moonlight shows the poor old soul, missing half his head
Vincent cries, and Vincent grieves, another one he's killed
With no one there to assure him, all is Chaos's fault
~
The world he sees through ruby eyes distorted through his dreams
And though he breathes, he's not alive, and nothing's what it seems
He's tried to run; he's tried to hide, but Chaos lives within
And as the sun sets, another day, again Chaos will sin
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Author's notes: I kinda forgot to mention in my last fic that I do not own FF7! I wish I did, though...
Anyway, this is a short 'story' in poem form
Tell me if you like it, and email me if any comments
The world he sees through ruby eyes distorted through his dreams
And though he breathes, he's not alive and nothing's what it seems
Vincent cries, his tears are blood, the silent color red
With all his time, dimensions fly, and chaos roams his head
~
His nightmares range from not-so-bad to please-just-let-me-die
Love is pain where day is night and demons rule the sky
Jenova laughs, her hideous face, twisted beyond repair
There's the path that Hojo's laid, leading to despair
~
Scared and hopeless, found and lost, he stumbles through the graves
Chased and helpless, shattered peace, and there is nowhere safe
Chaos looms just up ahead; he roars out, do you hear him?
Is this too soon for you to fight or is it that you fear him?
~
Vincent wakes and Vincent screams, in blackness there it merges
Chaos makes a good breakout, desire to kill emerges
Silver wings from bony back, all stained in crimson-red
Screaming rings, Chaos lives, Valentine is dead
~
A beastly form stalks shadowed corners, Chaos makes his move
His mouth is torn, with broken wings, he needs something to sooth
The physical pain, the wounds he holds, searching for food he loves
Too keep him sane, the miracle cure; he has a taste for blood
~
All is silent in the town, for it is none past twelve
The evil giant sees his chance, a person from a house
He licks his lips, it's been too long, and he has nearly died
He picks his moment, the poor man screams, his little life had flied
~
Chaos, who's full and satisfied, begun to miss his grave
Back to you now, my pitiful friend, Chaos smirks and waves
To the tiny little town, before shrinking back to man
And there left on the pavement stones, a bloody Valentine
~
Vincent knows what happened, he mourns for the man who's dead
The moonlight shows the poor old soul, missing half his head
Vincent cries, and Vincent grieves, another one he's killed
With no one there to assure him, all is Chaos's fault
~
The world he sees through ruby eyes distorted through his dreams
And though he breathes, he's not alive, and nothing's what it seems
He's tried to run; he's tried to hide, but Chaos lives within
And as the sun sets, another day, again Chaos will sin
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Author's notes: I kinda forgot to mention in my last fic that I do not own FF7! I wish I did, though...
Anyway, this is a short 'story' in poem form
Tell me if you like it, and email me if any comments