Loveless Poem

"Men cry not for themselves, but for their comrades."

—Tagline, quoting LOVELESS

LOVELESS is a story from the world of Final Fantasy VII, and has made several cameo appearances in the Compilation. Originating as a book of poetry, the story was adapted into a popular play, growing in popularity enough to have a street named after it in Midgar. The story focuses around three men who set out on a quest to find the fabled "Gift of the Goddess". It plays a major role in Crisis Core -Final Fantasy VII. source: finalfantasy.wikia.com

MY THOUGHTS:

I like the contents of the poem because it highly caught my interest. Much more reason to like it, when a character from the game named Genesis Rhapsodos reads the book with empathy and elegance.He is obsessed about it and often recites quotes from it.

Here is the poem taken from the Loveless book.

Prologue

When the war of the beasts brings about the world’s end

The goddess descends from the sky

Wings of light and dark spread afar

She guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting

Act I

Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess

We seek it thus, and take to the sky

Ripples form on the water’s surface

The wandering soul knows no rest.

Act II

There is no hate, only joy

For you are beloved by the goddess

Hero of the dawn, Healer of worlds

Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul

Pride is lost

Wings stripped away, the end is nigh

Act III

My friend, do you fly away now?

To a world that abhors you and I?

All that awaits you is a somber morrow

No matter where the winds may blow

My friend, your desire

Is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess

Even if the morrow is barren of promises

Nothing shall forestall my return

Act IV

My friend, the fates are cruel

There are no dreams, no honor remains

The arrow has left the bow of the goddess

My soul, corrupted by vengeance

Hath endured torment, to find the end of the journey

In my own salvation

And your eternal slumber

Legend shall speak

Of sacrifice at world’s end

The wind sails over the water’s surface

Quietly, but surely

Act V

Even if the morrow is barren of promises

Nothing shall forestall my return

To become the dew that quenches the land

To spare the sands, the seas, the skies

I offer thee this silent sacrifice