4-29-02
Yami-chan: Hiya folks! 'Nother poem. I don't know what's up with me and poetry lately, but as long as I'm writing, who cares? Besides me. *looks around* No one? *shrugs* Too bad.
This poem's from Sephiroth's P.O.V. as he burns Nibelheim. Sorta.
The Difference Between Right and Wrong
What is right?
What is wrong?
I have turned those words over in my mind
For hours now
I still do not have an answer
Is death right or wrong?
A voice in my head shouts "Yes!"
But a smaller, weaker voice protests
Every step is a struggle for me
These voices confusing me
As I glare down at the people below me
A family
Something I never had
The voice yells, "Kill them!"
But my hand gripping the hilt of the blade
That would decide their fate
Wavers
Is this right?
I question myself and the voice
But I know the argument is futile
The other voice always wins
I seem to lose control as my hand raises
The flames turning the silver blade crimson
The family cringes
Holding one another close
Waiting for the end
But the weak voice momentarily
Grows strong
The blade falls to the blood-streaked concrete
Clattering loudly over the sound of the roaring flames
I fall to my knees, clutching me head
My silver hair cascading into my eyes
What is right?
Is this wrong?
I know the confusion is apparent in my emerald eyes
As the two voices war on
Weakness
I will not show weakness
Fumbling, I find the hilt of my weapon
But the weak voice is strong
NO!
I swipe the sword off the ground
And whirl around, running
I hardly notice the looks of fear
As I run past
Faintly, I notice I've left the burning town
Green grass now surrounds me
I collapse to the ground
Breathing heavily
The voices are arguing in my mind
Once more
But I can already feel the protesting voice weaken
It will be over soon
I close my eyes as I wait
Knowing my next task would be great
Up into the mountains
I fall into welcome darkness
Knowing the argument would be over when I awoke
-Yami-chan