The Book of Cetra – Verses from the Lifestream is a lyrical tribute to Final Fantasy VII.
Consisting of 3 acts, 24 poems and 9 prose texts, it retraces the story of one of the most beloved video games ever made in verse form.
Punkrock PussycatPunkrock Pussycat by AlmostWhitey
My cat grew up in Avignon,
She's got some metal in her tongue.
The latest smash hits ain't her style,
But blasting "Samhain" makes her smile.
She likes to prey in nights obscure
In search for tomcats she can lure
And I don't know but I can guess:
My cat would never wear a dress.
She's a bad bad kitty
And she's liking to scratch,
Prowling purring through the city
And she's eating her catch.
And with "meow meow, mister"
She is laying her bait,
Letting polished razors glister;
Chat chéri, I can't wait!
She's a proud proud feline,
Rocking killer tattoos
And she's biting like a canine,
Breathing sweet-talk and booze.
And with jeans and leather
She's adorning her fur.
Growling deathrock songs together,
She's my misfit amour.
Inside a shabby boudoir
She's sipping her pinot noir
And like a pampered gutter cat
She drags her spoils towards the bed.
With nothing but her combat boots
And some voluptuous attributes,
With velvet skin and rainbow ink
She gets you with a playful wink.
She's a cut
The Songbird's Song"Heads..."The Songbird's Song by AlmostWhitey
A man, a lighthouse and a dock,
A shepherd and his pious flock,
A girl, her cage, a ferrous lock,
A universe of shifting forms.
Above the island in the sky,
There sounds the copper songbird's cry
And brings the dawn, the time is nigh
Of judgment and of leaden storms.
The revolution's under way,
Inside the streets begins the fray
And in this place and on this day
The timelines bend and patterns clash.
Columbia is coming down
And everywhere throughout the town,
The hosts of heaven frown and drown
As soldiers die and airships crash.
And the people shout,
The Vox is loud
And debts are getting paid.
The girl, the man, the endless grains
Of multiverses, hidden plains,
Are breaking the translucent chains
As knowledge of the world is seen.
This is but one of many fates,
Behind the jetties are the gates
To floating creeks and sunken states,
Infinity lies in between.
The unheard songs of unseen spheres,
The freedom cries, the screams and cheers
Are floating through a million ye
Greetings, earthlings, lunarist rebels and other entities!
I'm an author from germany and I write surrealistic poetry about war-torn wonderlands, burning dreamscapes and shattered phantasmagorias.
My blood-type is earl grey, my favourite flower is tree and my spirit animal is Wednesday Addams.