Author's Note: I am not associated with Enix, Tri-Ace, or Valkyrie Profile… though I must admit I am a huge addict of such wonderful game. The following is a poem I randomly wrote last night after witnessing the scene following Lucian's transfer in Chapter 5. With that said, this might contain a few spoilers for Ending A.
I do hope you enjoy. Please know I'm not the best at poetry, nor do I claim my rhyme scheme completely accurate… but I couldn't resist writing this. Also, please note it is written from Lucian's perspective. Thank you very much; I look forward to any and all reviews, comments and/or criticism this may receive.
- Amanda
Bedtime Prayer: Lucian's Ballad
Come
hither, do listen, lend ears to the sorrow I share,
a tale of pure
Love, ill Fate: such the burden I bear.
Closer,
do you hear it? They beckon you, come.
Close your eyes, say a
prayer, for my story's begun.
---
'tis
there where they scatter
tattered, bewildered
such beauty
personified, enchanting.
It is here where they whisper
of how
hearts do miss her
as Pain carries on through their dancing.
How
delicate, seducing
to reduce every fear
that haunts both man
and gods.
Their souls, though lifeless,
can't help but
entwine us
in a web only true Love can cause.
Tilt
your head, lift your gaze
amazed by their presence
deadly,
intriguing - pure rapture.
Breathe in and breathe out
and pray,
learn all about
dreams broken when flowers are captured.
'twas
lilies, I've been told
that sold Them her soul
petals born
weeping, still crying.
For they stole her from me
in my arms,
kissed by sleep
left my heart devoured and dying.
Many
years have since passed,
and at last, I can see her
elsewhere
than the hollows of my mind.
Through the Pain and the Loss
I
regret not the cost
of arrows that pierce through my spine.
Like
their dancing, no fear
I hear my name called
by a voice so
tempting, familiar.
A heart that once ceased to beat
is now at
my feet
senses blinded by locks of sweet silver.
'tis
her, with same hair
Bedtime Prayer finally answered
Stance
bold, courageous - yet older.
Gods, how I tremble with joy
As
she asks that same little boy
to train under wing as her soldier.
---
Yes,
no Chooser of Slain are you to these tearful eyes
rather the
blessing of my long awaited demise.
Oh
fair Lady, my Lady - take my soul as you please…
for dying while
standing exceeds a life on my knees.