Author Notes: This will be a series of poems I'm writing for the Final Fantasy VIII fandom. I'm going to try and write at least 1 poem per character.

This first poem is in Ultimecia's POV. Something I came up with randomly one night.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of FFVIII, and the title of this series was inspired by William Blake's Songs of Experience.


~:~ Songs of EXP ~:~


-x- Apocalypse -x-

A rundown Garden, no flower in sight.

Only the orphaned children heed their plight.

Battles continue as time passes by,

As monsters descend from the Lunar's Cry.

Beneath the stars the SeeDlings try to grow.

But fate is cruel; cursed is the one with no

Thought of his own, mindlessly sailing through

The Earth's battlefield where destiny is due.

Come now Children of Fate, endure the time

Until you reap the fruits of your crime.

The locusts scatter like humans on land.

Time compresses; past and future understand.

Now we shall see who remains true and strong.

The rest embrace death and accept their wrong.