A Tribute to Axel
Number Eight is his protocol
The Flurry of Dancing Flames
An extreme master of sarcasm, if you will
A sneak if there ever was.
He held a pair of chakram by his side
As powerful weapons
He always walked with a powerful stride
With hair on fire, dangerously spiked
Eyes of sea, sparkling endlessly with spite
Lean body dressed in pitch black, gliding smoothly
Silently across the ground.
His true side we'll never know to the fullest
Was he honestly loyal to the Organization
Or was he a turncoat?
Many things he was told to do
Things to participate
Kill his best friend (unless he returned)
And kidnap a confused princess
Even when she tried to fight back.
The boy wanted to change all this
Alter his maniacal ways
He decided to help the Keyblade master
Despite he would give up his position
To inform him what he was up against
He told the Wielder of the leader, which he would soon battle
"Got it memorized?" he asked.
And vanished until the place of Betwixt and Between
Saved the three of them, he did, from his old allies, now enemies
Gave up his entire being and destroyed them all, then faded away
Slowly, into nothingness, with a tear in his eye and a smirk on his face.