Disclaimer: I do not own anything referring to Final Fantasy.
P.S. Once again I'm writing in 'Story' format, I've fallen into a writer's block with the poems. Hopefully this is as good as "Souls", enjoy.
P.S.S. Look for my new poem, "Voices" in about a week or two, remember to R&R, thanks.
Curse
I don't remember my past much, but it still haunts me, the decisions I made. Not only do the souls that I've taken life from haunt me, it is also the dreaded curse of Masamune. It's not really a curse, so I have come to believe, more of an enchantment, placed upon it by a godlike force. The enchantment attacks not the mind of the person, but first the heart. It worms its way into your heart and uses your deepest symbol against you, whether it be light or dark, good or evil.
This is how I became a victim to my own emotion. I had ran away from home when I was young, my mother told me I was the same, I knew I was different. I was gone for years; I returned home, or at least where my home used to be. My hometown was destroyed, by none other than the Shinra, wiped off the Planet, oh how I resented them. I decided to join SOLDIER; once I became a strong adversary I'd kill the president.
Years went by, and I became that adversary I so longed to be, but I did not kill the president, not yet of course. I had put my pain aside for power, my malice for glory, my hatred for valor, and my retribution for honor. I was on a mission to a village on the North continent called Icicle Village. As we traveled through the cavern of ice, we encountered many fiends; of course me being the bravest and best among my subjects, I destroyed the fiends.
After several hours of traveling the dark ice covered cavern, my subjects and subordinates wanted to make camp, I agreed. I decided to leave the camp in the middle of the night, it turned out we were only a few miles away from the cavern's end. I walked out into the cloudless starry night not expecting to witness a miracle of the immortals.
As I stared into the starry night the winds shifted west, and there was an earthquake that destroyed the cavern's entrance. I was stranded in this desolate snowfield. My subordinates and subjects were crushed underneath ice from the cavern's implode. Next, I witnessed the power of the immortals.
The cloudless sky was torn asunder by some great force that could not be seen by mortal eyes. Forth from the rip in the atmosphere came a bright beam of light that ended not five yards from me. I decided to reach the spot in which the beam struck the ground, a circle. I walked for hours it seemed, not going anywhere. I had given up all hope of reaching that spot, but then, all of a sudden the beam of light appeared before me, another miracle of the immortals.
I realized that the light was hotter than any fire any mortal could produce; it melted the rock in which it was cast upon into a molten pool of lava. Then the light of the immortals disappeared and the rip in the sky was enshrouded with a heavy fog. I could only see the lava pool in front of me, I began to grow afraid. I didn't want to move, for if I did, who knows what wrath the immortals could inflict on me.
Just as I gave up courage and sanity, I witnessed yet again a miracle of the immortals. Forth from the pool rose a blood red sword, it had been stained with the blood from eons of massacres. The blade just floated there in the lava, as if it were being held by a mighty force. I dared not move, and then I heard a voice.
It told me to grip the sword by the handle and pull it forth from the molten rock. I obeyed and as I gripped the handle, my body was sent into an uncontrollable twitch. I saw in torrents, the memory of the sword. I saw its creation, its destruction, its revival and its eons of destruction, oblivion, and massacres. I began to hear the voice of the sword calling to me, it reminded me of my hatred for the Shinra, told me to destroy them and all who opposed me.
After I gained control of my body the sword began to glow with a faint aura. The blood evaporated leaving behind a beautifully crafted blade. The sword once weighed incredible amounts, but now it felt as light as air. I felt the power of the sword; it gave me the strength to do what few mortals could. And like the great masters of Masamune before, I became victim to its power and created oblivion and havoc on the Planet.
I traveled back to the Shinra's HQ in Midgar; I killed everyone brave enough to prevent my entry to the building, and each floor. I found the president's office overlooking the desolate slums of Midgar. The president was not there, so I waited for his return. For days I waited, not moving from my place in front of the window. On the third day he returned and was shocked to see me, he asked how the mission went, I told him calmly, using the sword.
I left immediately after his death, not even taking my beloved sword from the gash in his back. After awhile I returned and walked in his cold blood upon the floor, retrieved my sword and left. It was not until I left the building when I began to see and hear the voices of those I killed. Their cold clammy hands grasping for my throat, heart, and my soul, I saw the blood on my hands, and on the sword, it would not go away.
I have killed so many, but now I realize it is the fault of the immortals that I see the souls of the dead. It is the curse of Masamune, placed upon it by the same immortals that gave it so willingly to me. One day I will rule supreme, and the first thing I'll do is destroy those good for nothing immortals from all existence.
"Do you hear my thoughts you pathetic patronizing fools? Do you laugh at my suffering, my anger, my torture? Well it will all be over for you soon, you all see my future; your omniscient eyes can not mistake it. One day your laughter will end and mine will begin; your immortals lives gone, and mine beginning.
You will beg forgiveness for my curse and torture, but I will not heed it, you will be eliminated from existence, or perhaps I'll make you mortal. And fear my power as I once feared yours. The clock is ticking; soon it will be my turn for retribution among the immortal realm. Beware; all of you will be my first victims."
"Curse"
P.S. Once again I'm writing in 'Story' format, I've fallen into a writer's block with the poems. Hopefully this is as good as "Souls", enjoy.
P.S.S. Look for my new poem, "Voices" in about a week or two, remember to R&R, thanks.
Curse
I don't remember my past much, but it still haunts me, the decisions I made. Not only do the souls that I've taken life from haunt me, it is also the dreaded curse of Masamune. It's not really a curse, so I have come to believe, more of an enchantment, placed upon it by a godlike force. The enchantment attacks not the mind of the person, but first the heart. It worms its way into your heart and uses your deepest symbol against you, whether it be light or dark, good or evil.
This is how I became a victim to my own emotion. I had ran away from home when I was young, my mother told me I was the same, I knew I was different. I was gone for years; I returned home, or at least where my home used to be. My hometown was destroyed, by none other than the Shinra, wiped off the Planet, oh how I resented them. I decided to join SOLDIER; once I became a strong adversary I'd kill the president.
Years went by, and I became that adversary I so longed to be, but I did not kill the president, not yet of course. I had put my pain aside for power, my malice for glory, my hatred for valor, and my retribution for honor. I was on a mission to a village on the North continent called Icicle Village. As we traveled through the cavern of ice, we encountered many fiends; of course me being the bravest and best among my subjects, I destroyed the fiends.
After several hours of traveling the dark ice covered cavern, my subjects and subordinates wanted to make camp, I agreed. I decided to leave the camp in the middle of the night, it turned out we were only a few miles away from the cavern's end. I walked out into the cloudless starry night not expecting to witness a miracle of the immortals.
As I stared into the starry night the winds shifted west, and there was an earthquake that destroyed the cavern's entrance. I was stranded in this desolate snowfield. My subordinates and subjects were crushed underneath ice from the cavern's implode. Next, I witnessed the power of the immortals.
The cloudless sky was torn asunder by some great force that could not be seen by mortal eyes. Forth from the rip in the atmosphere came a bright beam of light that ended not five yards from me. I decided to reach the spot in which the beam struck the ground, a circle. I walked for hours it seemed, not going anywhere. I had given up all hope of reaching that spot, but then, all of a sudden the beam of light appeared before me, another miracle of the immortals.
I realized that the light was hotter than any fire any mortal could produce; it melted the rock in which it was cast upon into a molten pool of lava. Then the light of the immortals disappeared and the rip in the sky was enshrouded with a heavy fog. I could only see the lava pool in front of me, I began to grow afraid. I didn't want to move, for if I did, who knows what wrath the immortals could inflict on me.
Just as I gave up courage and sanity, I witnessed yet again a miracle of the immortals. Forth from the pool rose a blood red sword, it had been stained with the blood from eons of massacres. The blade just floated there in the lava, as if it were being held by a mighty force. I dared not move, and then I heard a voice.
It told me to grip the sword by the handle and pull it forth from the molten rock. I obeyed and as I gripped the handle, my body was sent into an uncontrollable twitch. I saw in torrents, the memory of the sword. I saw its creation, its destruction, its revival and its eons of destruction, oblivion, and massacres. I began to hear the voice of the sword calling to me, it reminded me of my hatred for the Shinra, told me to destroy them and all who opposed me.
After I gained control of my body the sword began to glow with a faint aura. The blood evaporated leaving behind a beautifully crafted blade. The sword once weighed incredible amounts, but now it felt as light as air. I felt the power of the sword; it gave me the strength to do what few mortals could. And like the great masters of Masamune before, I became victim to its power and created oblivion and havoc on the Planet.
I traveled back to the Shinra's HQ in Midgar; I killed everyone brave enough to prevent my entry to the building, and each floor. I found the president's office overlooking the desolate slums of Midgar. The president was not there, so I waited for his return. For days I waited, not moving from my place in front of the window. On the third day he returned and was shocked to see me, he asked how the mission went, I told him calmly, using the sword.
I left immediately after his death, not even taking my beloved sword from the gash in his back. After awhile I returned and walked in his cold blood upon the floor, retrieved my sword and left. It was not until I left the building when I began to see and hear the voices of those I killed. Their cold clammy hands grasping for my throat, heart, and my soul, I saw the blood on my hands, and on the sword, it would not go away.
I have killed so many, but now I realize it is the fault of the immortals that I see the souls of the dead. It is the curse of Masamune, placed upon it by the same immortals that gave it so willingly to me. One day I will rule supreme, and the first thing I'll do is destroy those good for nothing immortals from all existence.
"Do you hear my thoughts you pathetic patronizing fools? Do you laugh at my suffering, my anger, my torture? Well it will all be over for you soon, you all see my future; your omniscient eyes can not mistake it. One day your laughter will end and mine will begin; your immortals lives gone, and mine beginning.
You will beg forgiveness for my curse and torture, but I will not heed it, you will be eliminated from existence, or perhaps I'll make you mortal. And fear my power as I once feared yours. The clock is ticking; soon it will be my turn for retribution among the immortal realm. Beware; all of you will be my first victims."
"Curse"