A/N:
Short poem about Vergil's POV. He's mostly talking to Dante... Go sexy depressed bishies. Please review!
-Lorwen ShinRa
It's been a whole year my dear brother,
Yet I see your wisdom has not grown any further.
I guess you'll never comprehend...
Blood is as beautiful as the most delicate flower,
Killing is the only way we can gain power,
I doubt someone like you can even relate.
I will not allow myself to be torn apart,
I trust in what little strength that resides in my heart.
I need no one beside me.
Love is just a waste of my precious time
I lust after only purity divine.
I will not loose to a fool like you.
My hands are stained with the lost souls of many,
I gain no pleasures, only self pity if any.
I don't want this fate, but I will bear it if I must.
Our father did not know the mistake he made,
That day our true heritage he betrayed.
I still do not see his reason...
I hate him, I hate you, more then anything,
You and that smile of yours, constantly mocking.
Won't you just let me be?
The good of mankind? I couldn't care less.
I just want to hear your screams of distress...
When I rip you to pieces.
And I will, Dante. Do not underestimate me.