IluvAUs: Okay, I'm back, finally. I wrote this VinAer poem when I had some spare time after English, and felt like posting it. It's Vincent's POV after Aerith dies. Disclaimer: I have not now, nor will I ever own Final Fantasy Seven. Got it memorized?
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Sweet Persephone,
Your lord calls to you.
The hand of death pulls you from his grasp.
For while he may appear as a corpse,
A true lord of the dead, he is not.
My love,
Mi amor,
My God, what have I done?
Why did I not cease to be-
When cold steel spit your body from behind-
Why, in that moment, did my heart not stop?
I am not among the living,
And thus I cannot die,
And Death's sweet grasp hath not yet seized my soul,
But oh, my little flower girl,
What prices I would pay
That I instead of you in grave grow cold!
Sweet, innocent child,
You deserved much better than I.
You deserved a man who never caused you pain.
As the one you spurned cries in the rain,
The man you chose- I solemnly wish to die.
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IluvAUs: A review would be very much appreciated, particularly if it helps me improve my poetry writing.