Stupid Authoress' Note: This is a poem I made that's about a Chrono Cross/Threads of Fate crossover that I had wanted to do with a partner who knows more of Chrono Cross than me. Since this is a crossover, I posted this poem in the Chrono Cross section, Threads of Fate section and the game crossover section. This is a sort of spoiler from the crossover and please note this: this is not Kid but my own ToF character, Aurora. The crossover is mainly about the crossing of the different worlds, which to each other, the other world is their parallel world. Get me so far? That means the world in my ToF fanfic I'm doing is the sisterly opposite of the CC world so there are similar things that you'd least expected. The story plot will hopefully be a success. So please answer this question in your reviews. If you like the idea of a CC/ToF crossover, tell me whether I should write it or not. Also, DOES ANYONE KNOW THE WHOLE STORY OF CHRONO CROSS? I NEED A PARTNER CUZ MY OLD ONE HASN'T REPLIED TO ME AT ALL ON THIS CROSSOVER FOR NEARLY A YEAR NOW AND I'M GONNA SCREAM IF NO ONE ELSE HELP ME!!! -cries and begs with mercy-
She is Dead
He watches the scythe ascending high,
Its blade glimmering the sharpness,
There is no escape,
The scythe had been fated to take many lives away,
It has now come to take his.
She darts before him,
Her cerulean hair above her white purity,
With arms stretched out,
Awaiting the scythe,
As she gives a final carefree smile.
Poison blood flies pass his sapphire eyes,
As the weapon falls into her chest,
She hangs limply,
As a hand reaches out into her wound,
And brings out the crystal blue orb.
He hears her heartbeat,
Banging in the orb,
A resemblance of an object,
He had seen before,
Only covered with her own blood.
The enemy grins sinisterly,
And watches her fall onto the cold floor,
There she lies motionlessly,
The dragon of gateways cries,
Her animal friends rushes to her side.
He stares at her body,
Praying hard,
Yet no god or goddess can answer him,
For they are gone,
Killed by their rival, the Consumer.
As the enemy holds her heart,
She lies there with her last breath gone,
"The protector is dead," the enemy whispers,
"By your hands, Assassin of Time",
And the enemy leaves in the shadows.
She is dead,
And he cries for her.