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would the stars cry[01.23.01] » by ScaRR true saviour of the Planet, your innocence, faith, and immense courage will touch the lives of its people, forever. would the stars
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Would the stars cry Tear glistening rays in grief And weep? And shimmer dolefully Upon the placid lake Where she was forlornly laid To sleep? Would the Planet mourn Croon in misery And moan in sorrow For the loss of a godsend? Aggrieved voices dirge Heartbroken For a ravaged wound that would never mend. It laments in despair Pines for her soothing calm Yearning in melancholy nostalgia Sadly reminiscent Of her angelic charm. Longing to see her sweet smile again To once more hear her gentle voice Each woeful day was crystal clear As the shattered moment she made her choice. She chose her cruel twist of fate And embraced her star-crossed destiny Bequeathing a noble sacrifice Knowing there was no other way Unafraid to give her life. Accepting harsh reality With innocent hope Banishing malfeasance in heartfelt faith Undaunted by adversity Dowering more than she could cope. She unleashed her bravest fight In her struggle to save mankind And her battle for deliverance against evil Fearless in the face of peril Audaciously refusing to be oppressed By foreordination's harsh grind. She shone in glorified radiance And remains resplendent still Undoing wrong with courageous right Beaming with untarnished love She shines Forever… Heaven's beacon of light The merciless sword plunged in through her… And yet She felt no pain. The sparkling emeralds gradually dim Never to twinkle again. Time may heal the pain… But the gushing hurt Never ceases. A heroine lost is painfully unforgettable The wretchedness only increases. Why did you leave, Aeris? Where did you go The world is silently deploring Your revered comrades miss you so… But it is too late For regret Too late for remorseful contrition And too late to save her now… Tears are shed endlessly But crying won't bring her back anyhow… Rest soundly in peace Beloved angel, Unveil your wings and fly… Your body may never rise again But in the hearts of the people And in the memory of the Planet… You never died. Concluded Jan 2000 _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ First attempt at fanfiction. Inspired from this ugly, slimy, big-eared troll otherwise known as a history teacher, a dreary lesson on The Anglo-Dutch Treaty, and a desperate resort to keep from falling asleep. |
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