Disclaimer: I do not own anything referring to Final Fantasy.
P.S. I decided to write from the view of Sephiroth, through his thoughts and emotions, hopefully it's as good as my poems.
Souls
I remember my past, for my past never is put behind. It is my future, my present and there is no past. The souls I have taken, they gather near my mortal body, I hear their pleas now, their cries for help but were never heeded, all of it. Their ghastly figures surround my mind and body. I can not escape, their power is gone, but their sorrow lives on. Their souls travel, but have steered off course, they haunt me.
Their ghostly hands grasp what mortal flesh they can not hold; their transparent feet feel not the ground of the living. The mortal boundaries of life are no longer obstacles in death. Their souls stay, attracted to me because of each untimely death I hold. The blood is cleansed from my mortal hands, but deep inside my mind I still see the blood spilt.
My sword is refurnished, cleansed as well, but to me all I see is the blood I spilt with it. My sword's curse is my life now, the power corrupted my mind and I killed on the spur of the moment, not considering the souls were going to haunt me for punishment and retribution. One day they will part, they will leave, the day of my redemption. Some ungodly power holds them to me, but I can not control that, not yet.
My vision of my promised salvation, it shows me as the ruler of the souls that haunt me now; they will part to the world of the souls, a world of no mortality. I will one day rule supreme, but not until I have passed the tests set before me. To endure the torture of those I myself tortured, to defeat a great foe with the Great Sacrifice, and to be sent back to finish my job, to defeat an already defeated foe. Then, with those three tests passed, my salvation will open the door of my redemption.
The godlike power I seek, will be mine in my time of redemption, perhaps it was too soon to search for it those many years ago? But it means nothing to me now; I must live with the curse until my day of reckoning is summoned forth. I will live on, now and forever, one day, all shall kneel before me among the world of souls.
"They surround me, haunting and fearing my anger. They know of my promised power, my eternal life and my unmatched commands, one day they will be the ones haunted. Not by my power, but by my presence alone, my redemption draws near, I feel it."
"Souls"
P.S. I decided to write from the view of Sephiroth, through his thoughts and emotions, hopefully it's as good as my poems.
Souls
I remember my past, for my past never is put behind. It is my future, my present and there is no past. The souls I have taken, they gather near my mortal body, I hear their pleas now, their cries for help but were never heeded, all of it. Their ghastly figures surround my mind and body. I can not escape, their power is gone, but their sorrow lives on. Their souls travel, but have steered off course, they haunt me.
Their ghostly hands grasp what mortal flesh they can not hold; their transparent feet feel not the ground of the living. The mortal boundaries of life are no longer obstacles in death. Their souls stay, attracted to me because of each untimely death I hold. The blood is cleansed from my mortal hands, but deep inside my mind I still see the blood spilt.
My sword is refurnished, cleansed as well, but to me all I see is the blood I spilt with it. My sword's curse is my life now, the power corrupted my mind and I killed on the spur of the moment, not considering the souls were going to haunt me for punishment and retribution. One day they will part, they will leave, the day of my redemption. Some ungodly power holds them to me, but I can not control that, not yet.
My vision of my promised salvation, it shows me as the ruler of the souls that haunt me now; they will part to the world of the souls, a world of no mortality. I will one day rule supreme, but not until I have passed the tests set before me. To endure the torture of those I myself tortured, to defeat a great foe with the Great Sacrifice, and to be sent back to finish my job, to defeat an already defeated foe. Then, with those three tests passed, my salvation will open the door of my redemption.
The godlike power I seek, will be mine in my time of redemption, perhaps it was too soon to search for it those many years ago? But it means nothing to me now; I must live with the curse until my day of reckoning is summoned forth. I will live on, now and forever, one day, all shall kneel before me among the world of souls.
"They surround me, haunting and fearing my anger. They know of my promised power, my eternal life and my unmatched commands, one day they will be the ones haunted. Not by my power, but by my presence alone, my redemption draws near, I feel it."
"Souls"