This poem is similar to another one that I wrote entitled, "You Are," both of which, are of course, about Folken-sama. I like this one better than "You Are"…but it's still not as good as some of my other ones. Oh well. **SPOILER WARNING** It shows the three different stages of Folken's life; his life as a prince of Fanelia, his life in Zaibach, and his life after he defects from Zaibach (foreshadowing his death). **END SPOILER**
Um… you can read this poem if you haven't seen all of Esca, but it will definitely make more sense if you've seen the whole thing^_^. But it doesn't have any spoilers or anything^_^.
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You…
~Part I~
You were
Picking flowers from these endless fields;
Everything was as beautiful as gorgeous,
Warmed by the very earth itself.
You were
Watching the sands of time tick away;
Everything was a precious memory,
Intangible yet real, like the rays of the sun.
You were
Standing in the rain as it fell to the ocean;
Everything existed in your dreams,
Just waiting to be released.
You were
Playing the song of the wind;
Everything bent to your fancy,
Everything bent to your whim.
You were
Changing the course of fate;
Everything worked for you good,
Giving your life a purpose.
How could anything go wrong?
~Part II~
Now you are
A mere flower in these endless fields;
Nothing but a pretty face,
Rejected by the world you hold so dear.
Now you are
A mere grain in the sands of time;
Nothing but a lonely memory,
The sun no longer shines on you.
Now you are
A mere drop of rain in the ocean;
Nothing but a washed away dream,
Washed away by tears.
Now you are
A mere note in the song of the wind;
Nothing but a passing fancy,
Given only a second of grace.
Now you are
A mere puppet in the hands of fate;
Nothing but a solitary slave,
Wasting your life away.
How did things go so wrong?
~Part III~
You will become
So many endless fields of flowers;
Some things are beautiful for a reason,
Even though the world cannot contain them all.
You will become
An hourglass to hold the sands of time;
Some things will always remain engraved in memory,
Illuminated forever by the light of the sun.
You will become
The mighty ocean waves;
Some things are best realized in dreams;
Those who are strong can realize them all.
You will become
The whistling song of the wind;
Some things should be shared with everyone,
Whether they are graceful or not.
You will become
The very hands of fate;
Some things have already been decided and cannot be changed,
Your life will not end in vain.
Maybe things will be alright after all.
~End~