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A/N:
My dear readers,
What's up you all? Still the same author here. Like to make a few little announcement before you can loose yourself to thirteen chapters of poetry. That's right, ladies and gentlemen, 12 chapters.
This poetry was written back in 2014, according to my gmail save drive. Thankfully is still alive. One of my successful project in attempt on writing poetry.
And the credit goes to my all time favourite beta Lady Veilchenblau who had been a wonderful support and corrected until the end. ❤❤
Happy reading!
Sky
Character: Oerba Yun Fang
Forget us not, for you are in our hearts,
Entombed as a crystal statue. We are granted an eternal slumber,
Sing with joy, for the Day of Wraith has ended.
Sing with joy, for our hearts screams in agony for those we have lost, those of our past.
Do not rain your tears on us. For we have rained our sins upon you,
Do not rain your tears on us. For we ask of you to see us as your silver star. Not as the mindless beast we once were.
Do not rain tears on us. For we ask you to think of us as a soul, not as the mindless beast we fear. The mindless beast we fear to become.
Ragnarok, the fearless beast we once were,
Ragnarok, the fearless beast that promised destruction,
Ragnarok, the fearless beast bestowed with brute strength.
Brute strength crafted with Magic.
Magic, the power that humans fear. Power they are defenceless against.
Ragnarok, the beast we fear, we fear to become the tool of its destruction.
Rain down our sins upon the innocent souls, for we brought forth Ragnarok.
Rain down our sins upon the innocent souls, for we scarred the world.
Rain down our sins upon the innocents, for our hands are stained with blood.
Rains down our tears, for we are drowned in a well of sorrow.
For the sorrow that sings our pain,
And the sorrow that craves for release.
Rain down our tears, for Gran Pulse has become nothing but an ashen dust of white crystal.
Rain down our tears, for Gran Pulse was torn asunder with brute strength.
Rain down our tears, for our fate intertwines with yours.
Thus, we are entombed as a crystal statue.
Promised slumber that will wash away our sins.
Promised slumber that will carry us away like a peaceful river.
Promised slumber that ends our fate as the Ragnarok beast, the Day of Wraith that made the impossible possible.
Today was the day we changed our fate, so long as you think of the promise as your wish...