A/N: Here are some poems about Ike and Soren...I'm not sure what to think about them. I'm terrible at judging my own work and I sit down with poetry not too often. A review would be appreciated.
The rugged commander glowers at tan parchment
Battle plans parade through his mind, ink maps confounding him
The impending battle lay suspended in uncertainty
A breeze scatters the tent flaps like threatened pigeons
The skeletal count of strategy emerges in the moon's rays
Candles flicker in awe
He drifts inside the tent, carried by the dust
His hair is the color of char, it buries the light
He whispers over to the map
Pale flicks of the finger enchant the paper
The battle is suddenly won
Garnet flashes triumphantly
The commander is dumbfounded, his mighty muscles shrink away in the face of true genius
Roughly, he kisses him
For the ghostly mage saved both his soldiers and his sanity
A porcelain mage stares at a tanned hero
Raven robes are billowing in the breeze
He suffocates himself with logic
Swallowed by the truth
He counts the reasons why they can't
If only he knew
Crimson marks send him somersaulting off the edge
Falling through kaleidoscopes of pain
Fortunately, his ranger waits
Catching him in the depths of despair
Pulling him through cascading light
How he handles him (so delicately)
The winter's chill is unforgiving
Acid snowflakes, they pierce his shoulders
This is why the sage seeks shelter in his companion's arms
They are much more forgiving
Rubbing his lower back
They rend winter asunder
Bringing about breezy summers
Even as the cicadas are patiently waiting
Their perky breasts chase him
Giggling, they don't understand one another
How they talk
With crushed velvet and cashmere
When he found musky robes far superior
In awe the simple man muses
As he notices the mage's hair
Splattered upon the sky
The younger admires pages in a book
The older pines over gritty steel armor
They find they can come together
Underneath the covers