Geez, I haven't written anything in a long time!
Anything for this category is my first, and it turns out to be a poem!
Like I said in the summary, this was based off an item on GaiaOnline, known as Alruna's Rose. I, quite literally, love the male incubus, Anulra (correct me if it was the other way around, or if they're misspelled).
Winter's Fall
It was a normal olden day
The sky a cold, darkened gray
That my life would change
That same fateful, chilly day
I was engrossed in a book,
Too engrossed to look
Ahead of me where I should
So interested in that dusty, old book
A stranger I quietly bumped
I was startled and jumped
Dropping my book
Apologizing to whom my shoulder bumped
I looked up to see
A face before me
A face like no other
That now stood for me to see
And I noticed as I did stutter
As my heart went aflutter
At this stranger in black
Who minded not my stutter
He quickly apologized
Then I philosophized
'Twas not this man's fault
He who here apologized
I then, to this face,
Pleaded my case
That It was my fault
To this handsome, young face
He then smiled so non-curtly
Saying with kindness, so overtly
"'Twas my fault,"
I smiled back as his, so non-curtly
We laughed briefly
Then he added so sweetly,
"What is your name?"
His honey voice, I had to think briefly!
"My name is Cloud,"
I said my name proud
It was a gift from my mother,
This name, my name, of Cloud
I asked for his so quiet
In my head, a small riot
Why give a name to this stranger?
Whose essence was just as quiet
He smiled. "Zackary Fair,"
His demeanor as light as air
So relaxing, so calming
This so-called 'Zackary Fair.'
We traded laughs for the hour,
And then I began to glower
How late it had gotten!
On this fine, dark hour.
"Shall I escort you home?"
He offered, to my oddly-shaped dome
Why it was, I'll never know
But, how I loved my odd round home.
"You may," I said, this night
Under a street post, just as polite
Why not let him?
It is an awfully cold, lonely night.
He escorted me down the street
The only noise were our feet
clicking on the cobble-stoned path
What a dark, lonely street.
As we came upon my abode
Clicking as we strode
He began to leave, I stopped him
I did not want to be alone in my abode
I offered him a place
In my small, cozy space
This dome of a house
He accepted invitation to this place
After this dark, cold night
I awoke with a fright
Something was out of place
On the morning following that cold night
I found I hadn't awakened at all
Lying cold, numb, on the bed against the wall
I had fallen pray to an Incubus
On this cold, wintry morning Fall.
GAH. That's my first Final Fantasy fiction! I need to stop being redundant.
Anyway, feel free to tell my what you think. That goes with saying I haven't written a decent poem in years. Don't ask why I depicted Zack as an incubus. It was never even meant to involve these two! it's just... my favorite pairing. Everything needs a base to support itself! Lucky for these two, they were on the border of my thoughts. :)
Though, feel free to ask any questions you may have, if anything confused you.