Hello, this is a poem I made at least 1 year ago...ish. I've posted it the first version of it on my DA, this is a revised version that I made since there were parts I didn't like much.
ENJOY!
XIII Order
Wake up in a world that doesn't exist
The temptation to explore is too hard to resist
Shadows lurk the dark streets, searching for prey
Be sure to not be caught, if you do start to pray
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The Order roams the streets with ease
The shadows listen and do what they please
They are but thirteen, each with their own strength
Yet in their own minds, their goals go through great length
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Number I, the Superior
He looks upon humans as inferior
As the superior his goals take great time
He views all his choices as good, not a crime
Number II, the Free-Shooter
Don't mistake him for a burglar, he's no small looter
A Sniper his partner, one of great rarity
He shoots from mid-air, a master of gravity
Number III, the Whirlwind Lancer
He talks a bit funny, you won't get straight answers
Six lances he wields, with mastery like no other
The master of wind, helping to eliminate those who bother
Number IV, the Chilly Academic
His words are like poison, they spread like an epidemic
A Shield his weapon, look out it's not nice
He is the one who is a master of ice
Number V, the Silent Hero
Just one look and you'll know he's not a zero
The Tomahawk his soul, one there since his birth
How fitting for a child blessed by the earth
Number VI, the Cloaked Schemer
He can grant and break those that are dreamers
Illusions his specialty, don't trust what you see
Gifts granted by darkness, he revels in glee
Number VII, the Luna Diviner
Make him mad and he'll be your executioner
A Claymore reflecting his persona, unique in its own way
He draws power from the moon, madness making all pay
Number VIII, Flurry of Dancing Flames
An enigma like no other, always playing games
Chakrams so intricate, he twirls them so
Fire his ally, they dance with smooth flow
Number IX, the Melodious Nocturne
He attempts to liven others while searching for what he yearns
Music his soul, the Sitar his heart
A master of water, he'll finish what he starts
Number X, the Gambler of Fate
Don't challenge him at cards, many losses await
Cards like a gambler, they follow him to and fro
He deals with time and luck, what a terrifying fellow
Number XI, the Graceful Assassin
Master of his own castle, he works with a passion
Scythe like a reaper, doing his own work
Flowers that liven a terrible view, it's his quirk
Number XII, the Savage Nymph
She is anything, but like other pure nymphs
Knives of many at her disposal, she uses them as darts
Queen of lightning and thunder, she strikes mind and hearts
Number XIII, the Key of Destiny
Though he's here, he's not very villainy
Twin blades in his hands, he's a deadly little boy
You'll end up quite broken if you choose him to annoy
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They are the Nobodies, they possess no hearts
Their feelings are non-existent, they don't believe in those parts
They act how they want, like feelings were true
They know it's not real, so they don't feel so blue
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Their group was short-lived, it wasn't meant to last
Although they were strong, it's now in the past
Some meddlers came, each with their own goal
How troublesome for the Order, they came with a toll
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A teacher with a grudge, attempting to stop them with all his might
A silver haired boy, searching to save his light
A king who's trying to help, hoping they'll fall
A boy who is sleeping, the center of it all
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Many friends from around, they help if they can
Some can't leave their worlds it's a bit of a ban
They know they can't do much, but they don't fret
Their worlds need protecting, that's why they accept
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The Order is dangerous, all feel a small fear
They'd stare at you blankly, before some start to sneer
All they really wish, is to find their missing half
It's so funny sometimes, that all they can do is laugh
AN: First off, if there's any arguments about Zexion's section, like I said this was made at least 1 year ago-ish and so at that time his weapon wasn't revealed yet. Second, if there's any arguments about the other members...make your own poem then. If you've enjoyed this, my work is done. If you tolerated this, good for you. If you hated this, sorry and any flames will be deleted.