Impetus
They shattered the windows
their hands bloody
voices screaming for the Beoulve girl –
They grabbed my wrists and
pulled me away,
even as I kicked and screamed
clutching at whatever fasthold there was
it was nought...
So into the windmill I was taken,
tied, yet misnamed,
I held my tongue, not out of fright
but out of protection
to save my friends, my brother
and yet, just as hope came
they caught ahold of my
bonds and stole me in the hour –
I waited for the eternity of a day
The sky's frozen tears lighted on my hair,
a crown of snow,
Yet just as I was damned to a sure crucifixion of hope
hope once again showed its face
"Delita!!"
I wanted to get to you, to be held safe in your arms
my eyes could only drink in your face,
forego Algus, forgo them all, all I could see:
your features distorted, marred with anxiety, worry
Yet as I turned my eyes…
Why did I ever turn away from hope?
I gazed into my brother's face again,
into Ramza's troubled, tear-filled, frozen eyes
The former twang still reverberating in my head,
the arrow jutting out of my breast
the crimson drops falling, shattering
onto the bridge
I couldn't breathe… couldn't fathom…
I love you, brother…
"Delita…"
I fell…
"Teta!!"
Yet… I couldn't hear…
I never even got to say goodbye.