This is a poem I wrote. It's in Squalls' perspective, if Rinoa was killed.

Alone and Unknown

From my soul
And evermore,
I peer from the top,
And never know my real loss.

It was a beautiful day,
Who could have known
That my heart would be stolen
By a shadow unknown.

Abused and torn, I can't yet comprehend
I scream and suffer, and stand alone again.
I can only wish for her back,
But I know this can't come true.
For I lost her,
Though it wasn't her time.

My thoughts drift away,
And I wonder what words are left for me.

I'm not that good at poems, but I felt I had to write this. Please review.

-ZJ