SILENT CRIES IN THE DARK OF THE NIGHT
(FFIV)
 
My mind awoke to a horrifying sound:
The silent cries in the dark of the night.
Men fell, dripping blood, a mess of skin,
Piercing shrieks rose up from the din,
Knights clad in armor, shining like tin--
Their swords, life's bane, so long and thin.
Like a swarm of black leeches they covered the town
Chaos's servants spreading terror around.
All one knew was that death would surround
And choke out the living, pulling them to the ground.
The pitch of the night, backdrop for bloodlust,
Consuming the innocent with the rest of us.
We knew we could try, but try as we must
There will be no salvaging what has been lost.
The cries of the dying, the gurgling yelps--
The perverted melody of those desperate for help,
The twisted songs of those bruised and with welts--
The wicked air thick, of iron it smelt.
My eyes fluttered open, and one thing disappeared:
The silent cries in the dark of the night...
 
 
"Yang... Yang, are you okay?"
 
"Y-yeah, Cecil. I'm fine. I had a dream."
 
"About what?"
 
 
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-K-
 
(edited on 11.04.02)