"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!
