...Here's to the light--here's to the tears
I know what it's like, living with fears
Fighting the good fight, fighting for the right
to freedom, great wings spread to the night...
...The metallic smell of blood in your hair
the lightest of feathers fluttering though the air
so ironic, this sadness,the play of light and dark,
there's death in both, and leaving a deep mark...
Did you become a hero? Indeed you did...
so rest now, close your thick-lashed lids
Against all that is hateful, all that is opposition
You're an angel [of sorts] in a glorious position--
First Class...
Author notes
After completing FFVII Crisis Core, I felt it was only right to make a poem in honor.... *very sad sigh*
Comments..........................?
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wow i think this is a pretty cool poem i like the punctuation used interesting
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Thank you
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