Angel's Death
As life in my anti-hero eyes grows dull,
I think of the silver haired warrior.
His piercing emerald green eyes,
Stabbed through my very soul.
His hand in mine,
Our cold heartless eyes met.
In the darkness our lips touched softly,
Almost innocently as the night inched past.
A true angel he was,
My divine lover.
But to others a ruthless killer,
A steel cold blade by his side.
Why Sephiroth?
Did you see me cry?
The raven haired lover by your side?
Why did you have to die?
Now a coffin confines me,
Tears come and go.
Lifeless, my eyes stare in the darkness,
Waiting for death to bring me to you.