Flurry of Dancing Flames
Memories scatter like ashes,
And once they are lost the scars can never remember.
The flames of regret bite at your heart,
Cries ringing in your ears.
The burning smoke stings your nose and throat
Leaving a bitter taste of ash on your tongue.
The brief images of stories flicker through the curling fire.
The sound of familiar voices gnawing at your memories like teeth.
The song of Hikaru, beckons from Enix.
These memories can slowly be collected if they were treasured.
When our stories faded apart, darkness bled through, leaving confusion.
But there's no time for a Q & A.
The next time we meet we will be strangers in your eyes.
Don't you remember the way we were? Don't you got it memorized?
Scattered darkness of dreams,
The truth of lies melts with a chill.
I feel myself fall from the emptiness in those eyes.
The Flurry of Dancing Flames has finally found his weakness,
He will finally fall by that boy's lost memories.
I feel my world consumed by the white night,
And I feel the hope fading, fading, until lost in the flames of ignorance.
Sors – immanis et inanis
I feel the memories hesitate, not sure if they should return.
But until they do I am lost, empty, like those clear blue eyes that had forgotten.