A/N: Hello all! This is a short poem I wrote from Cloud's perspective. Spoiler alert, I suppose.
"Mist"
In the forgotten city, I buried my heart.
With her, it sank, leaving me wishing to restart.
The water grew calm, disturbed by the single drop
From my eye, whose fall I was unable to stop.
Now, as I gaze into the emerald lifestream,
Remembering a long-lost ephemeral dream,
I realize that wishes don't ever come true,
And my final fantasy was but mist I strew.
A/N: Thanks for reading!