Anyway, as for today's poem, I made an effort to make up for yesterday's inopportune-burp of a persona poem. So, today I have another persona poem for you, this time dipping into Final Fantasy IX to lend voice to the unspoken romance of everyone's favorite armor-clad hothead: Adelbert Steiner, captain of the Knights of Pluto, as he once and for all musters the courage to address his feelings for General Beatrix.
A Knight of Pluto's Heart
If this breastplate wert fingertip and palm instead of steel—
thy hand a pallid rose against the cactuar of my chest—
thou wouldst know at last the cadence of the one appeal
I never dared untether from its place beneath my breast—
how it 'gan to fracture when thou shookest Save the Queen,
and how it splintered further at the scores of mage-black scorn
thou pouredst, to sand from Lindblum and the grotto in between
…from out the devilry of those bastards Zorn and Thorn.
And yet, more than any sorrow, in this chested treasure thou
wouldst find a song, an orchestra of firework and lyre
for the dream, by star long-deterred, which star now doth allow:
my hand accepted by she alone whose every breath is a choir:
Beatrix, the hand swearing to land and love with mine,
thou art the dawn which giveth Alexandria its shine.