A Final Fantasy VII poem
By
Catalina
A demon with no salvation
And disease with no
medication
That’s what you are, my
dear friend
Turk extraordinaire, my
dear Vincent
Eyes of hell’s fire, hair
black as a raven’s wing
Yet you are one caged bird
who cannot sing
You wish you could, you
wish you might
But forever you are doomed
to your plight
Forever you will be my
slave
I rule you even from the
grave
My words you can never
escape
My claws are sunk into
your cape
Fight me all you desire
I laugh here in Hell’s
Fire
Loathe me until you rot
I have accomplished what I
sought
You are condemned to live
for all eternity
Callous, soulless,
Disrupter of Serenity
True love you shall never
have again
Cold, heartless, King of
Sin
Who could ever learn to
love a beast?
Your appearance is
ghastly, to say the least
There you go, wrapped in
shadows
Heart and soul hung in my
gallows
You were a devil in a blue
suit
But I was Evil absolute
You were a fool to think
you could win
You never had a stomach
for the burden of sin
Instead you moped and
suffered, a man in love
Obsessing over a forbidden
snowy dove
You say her loss made you
fall from grace
Well, my friend, you never
had her in the first place
She was mine to begin with
From the ambitious start
to the triumphant finish
I cheerfully fell at my
highest zenith
Do you enjoy the seeds I
left behind for you?
Do you see how they fester
on their own cue?
No longer do they need
nurturing from me
Instead, they use your
guilty conscience as a key
A demon with no salvation
And disease with no
medication
How is Chaos these days?
How long before you
conform to his demonic ways?
Do your victims haunt you
in your sleep?
There, there now, no need
to weep
One day you’ll be one of
those lost ghouls
Wandering vainly through
life, King of Fools
There is no penance for
the sins that weigh upon you
So be silent and say grace
for those you slew
Dear me, what’s that
sound?
That phantasmal
screeching, like evil unbound?
Never mind, it’s just your
demons cluttering around
One day, your friends will
be all gone and dead
And your sanity will
dangle by a thread
Then you will beg for a
release
For the endless pain to
cease
You will entreat a mercy
killing from gods you no longer revere
But your cries will fall
upon deaf ears
And again I will die from
laughter down here
How amusing you are, my
dear!
Say it anyway you choose
But I have four words for
you
I win, you lose
Finished
20 September 2000