Thank you. :)
~Belladonna Sinistra~
~Starry Starry Night~by Belladonna Sinistra
Starry starry nightPaint your palette blue and grey
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colours on the snowy linen land
Oh Vincent, where do I begin? I should have known it was all too good to last. I never saw the storm clouds brewing on the horizon. From the outside, everything was perfect, everything was beautiful, but when I looked into your eyes, I could see that you knew. You knew the darkness in my soul, the heavy feelings bearing down on me, weighing me down.
Now I understandWhat you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tired to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now…
Now I can see what you tried to tell me, Vincent, what you tired to tell us all. You tried to set us free of our greed and ambition, to make us see that the whole project could only end in tragedy. You suffered then, I know you did. I know what it must have cost you to risk your job, even your life to warn us, but you had to do it. We didn't listen to you then, but I wish we had. We didn't know how to respond then, but we do now. Perhaps they'll listen now…
Starry starry nightFlaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds of violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colours changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
I was so confused when I first met you, Vincent. You were a Turk, and the Turks were people I usually stayed away from, but there was just…something about you. You always reminded me of a tall, beautiful flower standing out from the rest of the garden, and I was somehow drawn to you, like a moth to a flame. I think it may have had something to do with your eyes. You had the most beautiful blue eyes…It was such a shock when I saw you by the waterfall, all those years later- huddled inside your cloak, your eyes no longer that lovely, familiar china blue, but deep, blood red, the same colour as your cloak. Sadly fitting, perhaps, as red is the colour of blood, of anger, and of pain…
I love you so much, Vincent, for everything you did for me. Especially that time…
'Is he alive?', I asked you.
'No. Sephiroth is dead.', you replied. I knew you were lying, from the way you couldn't meet my eyes, but I knew you said it to try to ease my pain, and I thank you for that, my love.
For they could not love youBut still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside on that starry starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you, Vincent
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you…
Not everyone appreciated you, Vincent, but you always stayed true to your heart. You always kept going, following your heart and the path on which it lead you. I thought you would always stay the same, but I suppose I thought you were far less sensitive than you actually were. I'll never forget that night…I heard Hojo down in the lab, so I went down to see what he was doing- and then I saw you, lying on the table, your face deathly white, the noose still tied around your neck…I could have told you, Vincent- this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you…
Starry starry nightPortraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
A silver thorn, a bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow…
I suppose the real tragedy of the Jenova Project is that nobody knows what really happened, and not just to you and me, but to Sephiroth and all the others. All those people going mad, even dying, all because of one company's greed and thoughtlessness. Things like that never just fade away. They change you forever, and not just physically. I'll never forget the terrible, difficult lessons that Jenova taught us, and I'll never forget you, Vincent. I'll always remember you as the lovely flower you used to be, and also as a bloody rose, lying crushed and broken in the snow, as something beautiful and pure destroyed forever by man's selfish nature.
Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set me free
They did not listen, they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will…
