Disclaimer: I do not own FF4. It belongs to Square Enix.
This is a Kain/Rydia poem. I wrote it after converting to Kain/Rydia pairings.
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The Lancer and The Caller.
Both doused in the sublime garb.
One of pale midnight blue.
The other of bright brightened green.
The Lancer and The Caller.
The attract each other like the magnets they are.
The only obstacles for their love,
Are a white smile and a purple haught.
The Lancer and The Caller.
One betrays while another protects.
The Lancer spears, and slashes through the air.
The Caller brings back the creatures of the dead.
The Lancer and The Caller.
Have very different background roles.
One comes from a metropolis of war.
The other spindles in a land unknown.
The Lancer and The Caller.
Both have immense holes in their hearts.
One lost his role model, and his only other living love.
The other lost her role model, and her home from a child.
The Lancer and The Caller.
Looking each other in the eye.
Both see the souls of their respective mate.
Both laugh like the morning sun.
The Lancer and the Caller.
Merely meeting for the first time in years.
As a tyrannical warlord was reformed to the light.
A traitor died and a hero was born.
The Lancer and The Caller.
Swirl thourgh the void like a couple in waltz.
They prance among the stars, grinning playfully.
Their glee infecting everyone they meet.
And they're just getting started!
The Lancer and The Caller.
A tale to be passed down the ages.
Bringing a generation of leaders and justice.
What will they see in their final days?
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Was that good? I hoped that the descriptions in the lines are clear to what I'm talking about.