A Tribute to Zexion
Number Six is his protocol
The Cloaked Schemer
Formally known as Ienzo
The youngest apprentice of Ansem the Wise
Never liked getting his hands dirty
Always had someone do it for him
As he sat in his chair, lean arms crossed over his chest
Dark silver hair shielding half
Of a pale, serious face
Only one grey-blue eye shows
With thin lips pursed in a pout.
Weapons are obsolete to him
Powers over illusion
Making opponents' weapons his own
Only one defense he does have
A lexicon, used for trapping enemies in their pages.
Wanted to fool the true Keyblade wielder (Riku)
And morphed into his best friend
Said he was now a pawn for darkness
Nothing more
The replica that Number Four created
Wanted to become whole.
Tracked the Schemer down
And went to bring him to death
By Number Eight's persuasion.
Number Six finally met his grim demise
Fighting on an island
But he'll always be remembered and honored
As one with the brilliant mind
Our own cute silent genius