I've written many poems, but this is the first complete poem I've written for FFTA.It's for Arrow Hunt, about Starkin looking back on his younger days and remembering their Glory Days. Hope you like it!
And Memories
If I could turn back the pages,
I'd be Starkin again.
If I could turn back the tides of time,
We'd be Clan Crystal Bane.
But All I have left now
Is an obsolete arsenal,
Armor weathered with the winds of ages,
And an old, crippled body of woe.
-And Memories-
Memories, like the kiss of the past,
Old crinkled pages I read every night.
The soft, golden embrace that never could last,
Soft, feathery dust blown back and forth.
-And Memories-
In the past, many faces I'ev been,
The knight, dashing Dragoon,
And Kain's very own twin.
Glory was me, and we were the glory,
Which rained upon us like the blessings of Holies.
I could jump like the wind and fightl ike a panther,
We topped off the charts and fortunes we gathered.
They overloading the rumors with tales of our jobs,
And requests for us crammed up all the pubs.
But those times are long gone, shrivelled by the ages.
None of the ancient Sages or Time Mages
Will ever even know that time.
And all I have left are stories to share,
Tales of a star gone high to die,
To die where no one knows it dies,
Into the pages of history, that's where.
Back in the pages of the most ancient scroll,
Where only the sages, searching for a world,
Long dusted off Ivalice by the maids of time, ever go.
-And Memories-
Memories, a soft ember,
Everpresent and intangible,
A soft, hazy mist, no more than a blur,
A mere wisp of a hurricane turned a soft whisper.
-And Memories-
I still miss the days when I was still young,
When the most I worried about were bruises and pimples.
When we saw everything, from the ordinary to far-flung,
And before I've amassed this museam of wrinkles.
-And Memories-
That time is long gone, swept away by time.
That time is just a faded page,
The gold in this treasury of mine.
And no elder, and no sage,
Will ever know that time,
But all I have left
Is pain
-And Memories-
Memories, a wrinkled scroll,
A long-lost necklace that fits you no more,
A soft whisper that no one can hear,
An old piece of armor you too many times wore,
And a spirit, intangible, unseen, but very near.
-And Memories-
I look forward to the time when I'll fly free again,
I'll soar far from here, far from the pain,
Far from all the things that represent my woe,
I'll fly to the places where I used to go,
The Engagements, the missions, and the unexplored lands,
They will all fly back into my hands,
And I'llbe alive again.
But this old prison of mine
This ancient old brittle old cage,
Fits me just fine
For now, I've bottled my rage
Washed out my fire
Locked up my dreams
Flown my goals far away,
But I can never forget the land
My memories tell me about.
They whisper at me to come to them again,
They coax and they compel and cause me such pain,
I want to tear them and rip them and blow them away,
But they will not go.
I will not go.
AndAll I have left now
Is an obsolete arsenal,
Armor weathered with the winds of ages,
And an old, crippled body of woe.
-And Memories-
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Heya, I hoped you like that. I know that the end seems like a different poem altogether, but that's what you get when you add Mako and Multiptasking together... Well, I'm working on a poem about a death of a beloved clanmate. It's actually a story in poetry format, but look for it. I'm almost done! See ya!
-MakoStreak