Fourteen
by: H Watts
A man in black with hair of white
with a hole in his chest, who appears at night
Number one is he with a voice so deep
He fights with the 'heartless' while you still sleep
A tall lanky figure with an eye patch and scars
controls night and space the galaxy and its stars
Number two he is called, with his purple arrow gun
the main mission of his is to kill everyone
A man with desire for one red rose
who stares and grins in a cross-armed pose
Number three he is called with the power of air
such power and strength no one could bare
A scientist's brain and imagination
who makes human puppets; his most famous creation
Number four so strong with a shield of Ice
with the creepiest chuckle and plans so precise
A big strong male with arms of rock
with strength so powerful that no one will mock
Number five is him with a face of stone
The power of earth, but no heart of his own
A sophisticated young man with a love of books
his evil intentions hidden by his good looks
Number six be him with a life so tragic
he'll get his heart back with his power of magic
A pale white man with scary eyes of green
with a claymore in his hand and attitude so mean
Number seven be he with the power of the moon
with the strength of twenty, the end is soon
A flaming red head with his Chakrams held tight
will come out of nowhere in the dead of night
Number eight comes next with a temper of fire
a heart full of love is his greatest desire
An easy going attitude and lack of motivation
his mastery over water puts us all in devastation
Number nine is up with his sitar held high
with power like a tsunami, the end is nye
A master of time and a shadowy grin
with a poker face impossible for anyone to win
Number ten steps out this 'Gambler of Fate'
Stakes his life on the cards with power little or great
A selfish young florist who demands his space
with his ugly attacks hidden by his pretty face
Number eleven is near with a scythe so bold
with the power over flowers he can turn your heart cold
A savage little princess with the sharpness of knives
with quick strikes of lightning she'll endanger many lives
Number twelve up next with her cold and evil eyes
she'll entice and control you with her twisted little lies
A keyblade's master: powerful in every way
Number one's chose who wishes not to stay
Number thirteen is he with the power of light
with the good soul he has he will not start a fight
A precisely cloned copy exactly like the first
no different then the other just a tad bit cursed
Number fourteen is she. The last of the gorup
the very little creature that has ruined this loop