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Animosity
by Jann S. Garie Garcia Like a delicate Sparrow, I went back
to Niflheim, Village hidden in Mist.
Author’s Note: There, lies abysmal life and dearth of luck,
I alter some events and even combined some Resonances of deluge gently weep.
events to create another story, just like the
existence of gods in FFXIII and combined it with
FFX's even where Yuna must do the final Mother’ s POV
summoning. I also create a story depicting a Over the years, my life beats adagio,
woman before she became an aeon. In a musical score which pitch where drone.
But my dear son tries to change the tempo
Under a willow tree near a somber spring, Into melodic panacea tone.
Unveiling the slumbering death seraph.
As she awakens, ravens start singing My son got home and has story unfold,
Hymn of requiem, “Curse” marked in an epitaph. A maiden whose music where broken chord,
I feared his ensemble hope changed when told,
Tranquility of blue sky turns to grey, The elegy of seraph, I encored.
Wind alters to tempest, snow starts gushing.
She grasps a wilt chrysanthemum and prays “It was when men played lavish symphony,
”End this animosity I’m bringing.” An arrogant piece written in scherzo,
Forgotten the God’s solemn harmony,
A man went astray in dreary prairie, Divulges the wroth of the maestro.
Seeking remedy for his sick mother. Seeing the village in dissonant frame,
He saw the death seraph perusing weary Verse in her aria immediately sang.
“Beauty amidst the dull spring,” he uttered. She beseeched for tonic enthralling flame,
But must bane her soul with venomous fang.

Man’s POV Time came for the mother plucked the frail string,
As my shadow cast upon the maiden, Her father trembled in imminent fears.
I asked, “What are you doing in this place? He heard her discourse and what she might bring,
Do you fear not, this vast land is wizen?” Seclude her from consorts while holding tears.
Bewildered she is but with all her grace. Deceptive cadence played, deemed t’was postlude
But the beginning of the final act.
“It was I, who intoxicates the land, Now, broken strings indulge to solitude
I brought distress, fervid malediction, To a man who shrills, moment to exact.
I’ m afraid not knowing the cure demand,
Isolating myself for alleviation.” Drown himself in vehement darkness,
Through which the maiden’s aria diminished,
In her eyes depicting malevolence, Augment his rhapsody relentlessness,
Reign her sullen poise, it is juxtapose! “Aria” a song of entreaty vanished.
Beyond was concealed her benevolence, Through the brave maiden’s euphonic movement,
I promised “Her sorrow I will repose”. Renowned her serenade by the deity.
Curtail the Denizen’s predicament,
Time flies, daylight fades, rise of dark night. Rendition her score, imbued with pity.”
Silver slate amaryllis turned vermillion.
Enlightened with hope, grass slows to blight, Shall I quest for the barren denizen?
Bitter dews became sweet, marked the new dawn. Or quench the seraph from depths of abyss?