I usually don't write Final Fantasy fics, but here's a poem from Tifa's point of view about Cloud. Post Advent Children. And please, don't be a snob because it's "Cloti" or whatever, if you're a hater of that pairing. I couldn't care less if you like it or not. Just critique my writing, not the characters/pairings. Sage
Locked Heart
From the shadows I watch him, a dream, fragile heart of ice.
The longing stings.
Hair of pale sunshine, eyes of topaz sin, frostbitten,
Weary of these feet, these memories.
White blossoms weep.
Loneliness tastes bitter, like the silence on your tongue, and
A jade moon has risen, bleeds silver, no more sun to replenish the dying.
So lingers the gray.
Broken heart mourning, of love lost and a hope diminished,
Wasteland dances with Emptiness, feeding this soul of solitude—
Nothing left to feel.
Emerald ghost and raven-haired comrade,
He seeks forgiveness and something real.
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Beneath a star-spattered sky you whisper in my ear
Of cobweb promises and wounded pride,
For you know that change draws near.
And so you sell your soul to a false hero and silver-haired demons,
While blood tarnishes your hands as you make love to Violence.
"Have we all lost to our memories?"
Raven-haired comrade, her laughter, she weeps.
Soul eternally entwined within your barbed wire trap, I am still waiting,
But shall forever keep my silence,
Locked heart.
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Pomegranate lips, mouth filled with its seeds,
Words of woe, regrets prance on your tongue,
Spell fear and deceit.
Darkness hunts, wolves howl at your heels,
Dragging your tainted innocence across the sand.
Let the loneliness poison your heart.
Wield the sword of sorrow, blade of wounds
And a bitter tomorrow,
The light is but a memory, like her emerald smile.
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Waiting, underneath this heart of stone,
Lingering in the doorway,
I am still here.
It doesn't have to be this way.
I can be your innocence; I can be your light,
Supplant that emerald kiss.
Yet still you see through eyes of clouded sight.
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Hair of pale sunshine, eyes of turquoise hope;
White flowers blossom beneath your feet.
Protector, savior, hero, friend,
Forgiven, never forgotten,
Yet still you deny love's embrace in the end.
Forgive me, I who have refused to let you go all this time
In silent longing and raven desire.
Mirage of our lost childhood and forests of innocence,
A longing of ruby fire.
Eternally, I offer you my heart.