A/n:Extremely dark-ish Turk-related poem that was a result of too much musing.As it is...It's one of the Turks musing on being remembered. As for or who it is,take your pick. ^^;;
Btw-I was experimenting with poetry styles,so if it seems a bit messed up, I meant it that way ^^;;;;;;;....
Disclaimer:The Turks and Final Fantasy VII are copyright Squaresoft. So please don't sue the grovelling fan.
Fading from Memory
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Once I was forgotten.
Just another victim of the slums...
..Whom no one would remember.
So I sold my soul to others.
Now everyone knows who..
No..
..What
I am.
Souless.
Cruel.
That is what I'm called.
No more than an assassin.
Spy.
Villian.
Yes.
I am all that.
Not on my own,though.
Others turned me to who I am.
Perfect killer.
But nothing more than a puppet.
When the strings are cut,
I'll simply fall,
once more into oblivion.
Only to be forgotten again.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A/n:Well,how was it?? Reviews are always welcome ^-^ . Whereas flames will be used to cook s'mores.
Btw-I was experimenting with poetry styles,so if it seems a bit messed up, I meant it that way ^^;;;;;;;....
Disclaimer:The Turks and Final Fantasy VII are copyright Squaresoft. So please don't sue the grovelling fan.
Fading from Memory
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Once I was forgotten.
Just another victim of the slums...
..Whom no one would remember.
So I sold my soul to others.
Now everyone knows who..
No..
..What
I am.
Souless.
Cruel.
That is what I'm called.
No more than an assassin.
Spy.
Villian.
Yes.
I am all that.
Not on my own,though.
Others turned me to who I am.
Perfect killer.
But nothing more than a puppet.
When the strings are cut,
I'll simply fall,
once more into oblivion.
Only to be forgotten again.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A/n:Well,how was it?? Reviews are always welcome ^-^ . Whereas flames will be used to cook s'mores.