This little poem is about Zack, other then that I'm not giving anything away. Don't own FFVII. Also this poem is sad.
The Last Solider
All alone again
Laying to rest.
How were they here?
Where were they from?
Were they hurt?
Are they in pain?
Listen closely my child
And one will hear the thoughts
Of the last real solider.
Am I dieing, or am I dead?
Why is there crying?
I must be dieing,
An Angel does not cry.
Do I dare open my eyes to the light
To breathe my last breath.
Or do I continue to pretend to be locked in my eternal slumber.
I open an eye to no light but a night,
The cry,
Of my only companion.
Mourning at my upcoming departure
Have I taught them well?
I have taught of the values of honor
But there is no honor
I have taught them loyalty too
But loyalty has been lost
Then the pain hits me like a pack of wolves
Seconds to go
But I'm not ready
NO!
I know I'm dieing
And they're still crying
I must leave behind, my legacy
But how, for time is ticking
But what of the legacy
There's no time left for picking
I know I'm dieing
And they're still crying
My honor
His honor
Their honor
I know I'm dieing
And they're still crying
Alas, my life
The last real solider
Is fading
And they're still waiting
I know I'm dieing
And they're still crying
Why am I the last
Why am I all alone
For I fight with honor
Until what ever end
And this is my end
I didn't die for money
I didn't die for fame
I died for them.
I know I'm dieing
And they're still crying
This is my final act
Just maybe I can set a new scene
Maybe my sword
Will carry my legacy.
With a last gasp
I grasp
And they take
As they shake
What is left of the last Solider
An empty shell
My last breath was breathed
But I feel relived
For as long as they're there
I am always there
A light breeze
And a guiding hand
In the end
I my not be the last real solider
I know I'm dieing
And they're still crying.
And that my friend
Was the last thoughts
Of the last first class.
Or was it?
For as long as the legacy lives,
Inside,
He was dead
But the other cried
And lived out both there lives.
To tell you the truth I wrote this for my honors British lit. class. Now my teacher had no clue what it was about, I think he thought it had something to do with Animal Farm. See this proves how truly obsessive I am. Oh well. Hope u liked.