WHERE ANGELS LIE
-Epilogue-

He stood staring out at the run down Shinra Mansion. How long it had been, he could not tell. His crimson eyes studied, through the dark night, as he inhaled deeply, the cool air escaping his lips. There was something waiting for him in there, the slumber that he slept, and dare not to awaken to for eternity. Vincent paused, as he thought of the many things that seemed to happen, time and time again. As the hands of time turned, so did the cycle of his past. He slowly treaded on the soft ground, as he headed towards the dark building. She had taught him life was far more than surpassed his thoughts. In a lifetime, a man can learn so much, yet lose so many. She would always have that special place in his heart, that he couldn't forget. Vincent wouldn't have regretted the things he was doing, for yet again, he was alone...

Alone

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were--I have not seen
As others saw--I could not bring
My passions from a common spring--
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow--I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone--
And all I lov'd--I lov'd alone--
Then-- in my childhood--in the dawn
Of a most stormy life--was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still--
From the torrent, or the fountain--
From the red cliff of the mountain--
From the sun that round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold--
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by--
From the thunder, and the storm--
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view--
                                       
 -Edgar Allan Poe