Disclaimer: I do not own FFVII or Hojo…just this poem.
Angel in White
Often in my dreams, I see an Angel dressed in white
He never visits me by day, only in the confining darkness of night
His face is haggard from many years spent in thought
He has weathered fierce storms more often than not
Atop his head is a mane of black hair
And, proud of it, he takes such good care!
Lovely waves of ebony, refined and elegant
Tied back into a ponytail with a hint of discarded lace so scant
His eyes are pools of deepest blue
They mock me often, and I'm sure they'd mock you
Glasses perched upon his crooked nose
A silent testament to the wisdom, all the knowledge, everything he knows
When he smiles, it is a smile of total aggravation
As everybody and everything is simply beneath his station
His smile mocks himself as much as me
His eyes are filled with emotions I'd rather not see
I suppose he is insane, or so they all say
But I believe that one day he will change
"Foolish to hope, foolish girl," that is what he says
But how can I help it, when I dream of him when asleep in my bed?
His cruelty is so apparent, but maybe it's another mask
Maybe it's to cover up all those questions he's never asked
Maybe he did love someone, someone other than himself
Maybe in his cold, cold heart…maybe true love he finally felt
And you know, it could have been pain and regret that drove him to his insanity
It could be a broken heart that made him that man that he is
I despise him one second, love him the other
Why do I care? I really do wonder
He says I can save him, in some of his more lucid moments
But to love a man like him is of the highest torment
Of course, I can save him! I've know that from the start
Yet I remain hesitant to let him into my heart
It's personal this time, and I don't know what to say
I'd rather not think of this now, or at least today
But his eyes beg me save him from this madness, this pain
Wishing I could say "no", I wonder if I should change
Tell me, Angel, what would you do if I agreed?
Regret your past, would I see you grieve?
Maybe I don't want to free the angel trapped inside
Yet even as I say this, I know it's a lie
I am bound to you, or so it seems
I guess we could make a pleasant team
My gentility to balance out your pride
My willingness to be open, as you yourself hide
Your eyes tell all the things you try to keep inside
They reveal your hatred and insanity to be a lie
Yes, angel boy, I'll help you find those white wings
Of course, I'll write the song you'll sing
But not now, dear heart, not now, I can't
You see, I must learn the steps to your ever changing dance
Be patient, my dear, and give me some time
And then I'll weep with joy when I see my Angel in White fly
In time.
Author's Note: No clue where this idea came from. I can't even imagine any OC'S liking Hojo! Ah well…to each his own.
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