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Ellone and Forgotten; BWC19 entry/winner. You can comment now, since it's over
Topic Started: Friday, 4. February 2011, 15:31 (146 Views)
Warrior Poet
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If you lead me, I will go.
So this is definitely one of the weirder things I've written. Unfortunately, you'll never really understand it unless you've played Final Fantasy VIII. Comments on Rest Your Eyes, Pretty Girl would be cool too.




The years sweep by in a haze of breath
Green and thick, the smells of sweat and love
And rancid fish, it was something only fair

At the pier they swung their legs and wondered
How long it had been until today

He knows there's only so much wisdom
In a world that broke his mind, he knows
There have only been so many days before

If infinite moments had passed before
He could've never reached today

It was a misplaced wish, romantic thoughts
Until Rinoa came about
All six were sick with love, except for one

Who was also sick with doubt
As she lost all hope she realized this

That each strong family falls apart
But they each loved without knowing
With every coldness, minds kill heart

They would trade their lives for intellect and power
Strong ones took each cherished moment day and hour

Childhood is gone and still they aren't satisfied
They've learned nothing, but the years still hurt
It's kept him quiet far too long

Ellone remembers, and it's deep within her heart
She sends them all her memories, no guardians to doubt

Together in the past, they live
Searching every song they've heard
Fleeting feelings with no cause attached

With stolen memories his stomach turns
And his mind is bent from fright

Every day he lies in fitful dreams
Truly knowing he's awake
Each morning he opens his eyes to see Rinoa's knowing face

Days long forgotten and soon withheld
They still consume his eyes

This time he leaves to end his war
The weapon, time itself
It's a battle he can't win

Four guilty hearts
That may
Run the sky into the ground

The stars still wait
The fighting stops
The silence stills

As I begin to understand
Forty hours still await
Four guilty hearts may drown

A little boy sobs, and soaking wet,
He can't hide from rain

He waits and hopes and promises
Sis, I'll wait until you're home

Until then I'll take care of myself
And I'll be okay on my own

He wakes, heart stops, mind tilts
He can't rely on others
He's still crying for Ellone
Edited by Warrior Poet, Friday, 4. February 2011, 15:32.
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