A/N: To entertain you in-between my updates, I wrote this. Sephiroth is one demanding muse. :) This one is sort of... weird... ;)
The fields are shrouded in whiteness,
The star of the day lacks brightness,
And though to me He's sightless,
I hear His ceaseless call.
A puppet on strings I'm willing,
My master I owe a kneeling,
My soul I sold – and feeling
Alas! – I cannot recall.
Our hearts are no longer beating,
And pawns in a ruthless game,
We know of a joy so fleeting,
The joy to reveal His name.
That night it was cold and hazy,
The streets wound empty, mazy,
He trod on the ashes, blazing
Inside brighter than the flame.
He killed what I love and cherish,
I fervently prayed he'd perish,
But now a slave, I famish
In darkness, without His name.
Our eyes are no longer weeping,
We eat scraps and fruit so crude…
His name we repeat while sleeping,
His name is our drink and food.
With death fearless fortune dices,
And He had survived all vices,
He took what I valued priceless,
But die he did not that night.
Awakened, I felt Him craving,
I journeyed, through hardships slaving,
I fought with the monsters raving…
Myself I could never fight.
Our feet are no longer bleeding,
Against Him, we stood no chance,
And into the dark receding,
We love what we hated once.
I called you from silence gloomy
To witness the world redone…
My voice led you to Reunion,
Like flames draw the foolish moth.
And soon, in our glory stunning,
Alight with the common wrath,
We'll merge with the world, becoming
Like me and my Mother – one.