An Ode to the Angel, the Lion and the Cross
Disclaimer: Squall, Seifer and the dit-, er, Rinoa belong to Squaresoft.
Notes: This piece was written by Graywolf (Firafox, actually), improvised and edited by Shard and posted by Whitewolf. If you want to flame me, please, my inbox is readily available.
Well, here goes…
Once in a fantasy, a land unknown,
There dwelt three myths of the greatest renown.
The Angel, the Lion and the fiery Cross,
They lived through betrayal, love and most.
The Wingheart Angel, purer than snow,
Few will agree, I very well know.
The Cross' once beloved, the melter of thick ice,
The fire that softened the Lion's cold eyes.
The Sleeping Lion, the bravest of all,
For the Angel did he stealthily fall.
He rarely showed emotion nor showed he cared,
To Rinoa only his feelings he shared.
The Fiery Cross, loyal when tamed,
All his actions he never gave shame.
The sorceress' Knight, the Lion's bitter foe,
He had his share of joy and woe.
These three myths, we all know well,
This legend may last for others to tell.
The Angel, the Lion and the fiery Cross,
When to be left forgotten, that, a great loss…
