"Loveless" is a book of a long poem that tells the story of three men who seek "the gift of the Goddess". Genesis is an avid reader of this, and quotes it a lot in Crisis Core, which I think is silly, but that's just me. I am not a big fan of ol' Geny.
As for what type of story it is, I think it's a story of keeping a promise, even though there are obstacles in your path that may seem impossible to overcome.
You do realize that Crisis Core is the prequel to FFVII, right? So Crisis Core is set in a time years before the events of Final Fantasy VII. As for why there is a play dedicated to the poem in the game FF VII, it's because it's a pretty popular poem, so they made a play about it.Posted by yuki
why did they made a play and amovie about it in ff7 years before criss core??
As for the anime/manga with the same name, I highly doubt that the Loveless in FF VII has anything to do with that series.
Here's the poem if you're interested:
Loveless
Prologue
When the war of the beasts brings about the world’s end
The goddess descends from the sky
Wings of light and dark spread afar
She guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting
Act I
Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess
We seek it thus, and take into the sky
Ripples form on the water’s surface
The wandering soul knows no rest.
Act II
There is no hate, only joy
For you are beloved by the goddess
Hero of the dawn, Healer of worlds
Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul
Pride is lost
Wings stripped away, the end is nigh
Act III
My friend, do you fly away now?
To a world that abhors you and I?
All that awaits you is a somber morrow
No matter where the winds may blow
My friend, your desire
Is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess
Even if the morrow is barren of promises
Nothing shall forestall my return
Act IV
My friend, the fates are cruel
There are no dreams, no honor remains
The arrow has left the bow of the goddess
My soul, corrupted by vengeance
Hath endured torment, to find the end of the journey
In my own salvation
And your eternal slumber
Legend shall speak
Of sacrifice at world’s end
The wind sails over the water’s surface
Quietly, but surely
Act V
Though the morrow is barren of promises
Nothing shall forestall my return
To become the dew that quenches the land
To spare the sands, the seas, the skies
I offer thee this silent sacrifice
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