Disclaimer – I don't own Final Fantasy VII. *Sighs extremely heavily*
and...I don't own...SEPHY!! *balls* (not those kind you pervs) But I do
own this poem (obviously) so don't copy it w/o my permission! Thankies!

This is a poem I wrote that is based on Sephiroth, and it might not be
accurate since I haven't played the whole game. Oh well! Here goes!

One Winged Angel

The fire and the flames
Unknown is his name
Destroying everything in sight
Quick to stay and start a fight
One soft wing
Could stop all the suffering
But no, he chooses to fly
To be a god to rule the sky
He's wise but still not patient
Such a great man, an ancient
Believed Jenova gave him life
Knowing his six foot sword would suffice
Stabbing the people in their hearts
While being emotionally ripped apart
He continues to fly away
The one winged angel won't stay
He killed the one who loved him
To extinguish his feelings within
He betrayed a SOLDIER friend
Who had killed him in the end
The angel was stabbed and said to die
And when he felt pain he did not cry
One winged angel flies to the sky
He's become the god that never dies...

A/N: Review or flame! I don't care! I need good criticism on this poem!
Please!