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