A/N: Okay, during my Drama class, my teacher had us write a short "story" in Shakespearean-style text. We had to write about something that we had done earlier that day, or something that we were going to do, like a trip or something. So, being a huge fan of the Final Fantasy series and eagerly awaiting Advent Children, I chose to write about looking at a picture of Yazoo. Sorry about the sappiness, it is in Shakespearean text. Oh, and just so any of you people don't get seriously creeped out by the poem, I am a girl. Hey, you never know...
Disclaimer: Yazoo Belongs to Square Enix...blasted talented people...I wish I could design computer graphics...
I held the memorial of my beloved, never ceasing my enraptured gaze upon his person. His silver hair framing his thin face, which was the color of the moon on a cloudless night, like Neptune's waterfall flowing down the rocks of his firm shoulders.
His eyes were lifted, allowing the world to worship those turquoise gems and the gentle features of his face.
Oh thou Angel! Thou living Angel! Rebel against the wall that keeps our worlds apart and come to me! But for now, let thy rest be amongst the lillies, the very reflection of your being, tonight.