"The Sending"

by fatal whispher

Based off of Final Fantasy X(I DON'T OWN FINAL FANTASY X)

Her bare feet lightly touch

The water's surface

Shrouded victims of deadly tragedy

Rest below waves

The summoner saunters there with

Staff in hand

She takes a breath, then mournfully

Begins the sending

She twirls and spins about

With upmost grace

Sweeping her staff into elegant

Arcs and swirls

As the summoner dances above,

The unsent see

Her dance depicts to them

The next world

A realm without the suffering that

This world provides

Souls of the poor deceased

Soar to the Farplane

There they may take rest

For an eternity

This is one duty of a summoner

To send souls... to repose

FIN

AUTHOR'S NOTE: my first FFX poem. Be nice so NO FLAMING WHATSOEVER! Thanks!