Here's something pretty different from my usual deviations on this site.
I debated uploading this, but in the end I decided, "Why not?"
This is a poem I wrote about a week ago when I couldn't sleep about Aerith's death. It's told from Cloud's point of view.
The preview image is the scene that I wrote about, and it's a still-shot from Advent Children. I didn't make it.
The rhyming scheme of this poem is unusual, but basically the stanzas consist of four lines, eight syllables, and follow an A-A-A-A rhyme pattern.
I hope you enjoy it! Oh, and there is implicit Cloud/Aerith romance in this because I am a shameless Clerith fan.