Disclaimer: I do not own FFVII or Vincent Valentine. Just this little poem.
Best of All Broken Souls
The darkest, most beautiful figure I've ever seen
Was an image plucked out from my deepest dreams
An image of a figure lying serenely upon a bed
With me sitting there, softly weeping at his head
I mourned his pain, as he lay unaware on the silk there
With me resting my face against his soft black hair
I wept as I traced my hand along his pale chest
Tracing with tears the scars running along his breast
I cry for the man who never cries for himself
Even though there is much pain to be felt
He mourns his past and will not let it be
And he has been given forgiveness that he cannot see
Silent, silver tears fall down his pale cheeks for the woman he loved long ago
Seeing his melancholy, I let my bittersweet tears flow
How he bears regrets that are not his by right
And he thinks they are his, a sad and solemn sight
He calls himself a demon, so dark and so forlorn
But I call him my angel, despite his Chaos form
This was all I could offer this man, my tears and sorrow
Knowing I would bow my head, do it all again tomorrow
Love is to take the pains of the other, truly make it yours
So I would willingly bear the wounds and the sores
Leaning down, I kiss his cheek, whispering words so tender
Loving him, I allow him my heart's full surrender
And so I collapsed onto the bed, leaning against his still form
It felt as if my whole heart in two was torn
Torn in two, between my love and his remorse
My remorse for his pain, and adoration of his name, of course
As I felt myself falling into a tender sleep, laying on the bed, next to him there
From my dropping eyes fell one last silver tear
It landed so softly upon his cheek, as if he himself had wept
And without thinking, I slipped one arm around his weary chest
Right before I lost myself to dreams I barely saw
My hand slipped down and gently grasped his golden hand, golden claw
And then I heard words, as if from a dream, whisper softly in my ear
The words were husky and I felt the wetness of a tear
"Thank you for the comfort, and for your love, my sweetest angel girl"
Oh Vincent…how I love you best of all the broken souls in the world!
Author's Note: Got the inspiration for this little beauty after reading a part in "Broken Wings" by the amazing Flutist Girl. It's OC/Vincent…and boy, is Vincent cute when he's all angsty, or is that just me? Ha!
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