The first in a series of Spira themed poems. I'm not quite sure what to write on next. ~~~

Fayth

The spirits of sorrow,

The hope of the living

The poor captured souls

Who never stopped grieving.

The spirits of death

But the hope of all life,

The one way to stop

The pain and the strife.

We are the Fayth

The lost and the fighting,

The dreamers of dreams

And the bringers of smiting.

Our poor tortured souls

Living for dreams

Living for life

Which is not what it seems.

The one little loophole

Let but two dreams through

Those two became heroes

Our death's finally through.

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Hmm. rather. different, ne? Help me out by reviewing and sending me ideas!