Cloud
Hair is as spiky and
yellow as a Super
Saiyan.
Crystal blue eyes
showing
only a need for
revenge.
Mysterious face hidden
by the tattered red
blood stained cape
blowing in the wind.
Sword as long as a pole
and as hard as a bird
beak,
bandaged in the memory
of a fallen comrade.
One black wing is
proof of his past.
Left hand keeping
balance
in a glove with eagle
talons.
Kneeling on the debris
of a broken coliseum of
dreams.
AN: This is a prose poem that I had to write for my creative writing class tell me what you guys think ok -
OH and by the way... just in case people don't get it, I had to base it on something in front of me, something that I could touch, so I chose to use my Cloud action figure that is from Kindom Hearts. Witch I don't own!!!!