Noble Crusaders
A poem about the many valiant heroes of Final Fantasy 7. Read and review please. Thank you.
He stands tall
Proud, valiant, wind whistling
His hair is stark still, in a protective spine
As if daring the world to attack
As if daring the world to stop him
He stands with one arm, one weapon
He stands gruff, tall, violent, yet gentle within
A father, very protective of his daughter
A rebel seeking justice among the world
A rebel fighting for his rights
She stands proud
Helping in any way possible
Skilled with her fists
She finds herself fighting alongside the zephyr
Fighting alongside her allies
She stands beautiful and enlightened
A flower girl spreading peace
Last of a revered group
Imbued with caring, kindness, and healing strengths
Slain brutally in cold blood
He stands proud
A creature of testing
Intelligent as a human
He strives to fight with his allies
Fighting alongside his father's spirit
He stands bravely
A pilot with a tarnished spirit
A big mouth, and a big heart
He looks to the skies for advice
And fights with his team
He stands oddly
A stuffed cat on a Mog
Fluffy, cute, and skilled with a megaphone
A traitorous creature
Yet proves his worth by giving his life
He stands in the shadows
An ex-Turk looking for revenge
His love tainted by mutation
He fights in the darkness
And fights for what's right
She stands energetically
A thief, a scoundrel
Young and perky
She adores Materia
And steals it with great vigor
