Not so long ago, in the golden ligth of the sun rise
I have witness the wordless definition of a warrior, cross these ancestral lands
like the fleeting wind and the great beasts of our past
And I have for long ask the very gods, to show me again what was meant to be unique
And I ask in mortal desire...
Did you give the silver wind this blade
or cloth its back with a flowing mane
What gives it unending desire
And eternal aura of fire
It strides fiercely, rejoicing in its power and charges into the front
Never seeing anything but endless horizon
It runs into the golden sun flare
Striking terror with its proud glare
The steal of man sings by its side
along with the soaring dust of the morning earth
It pities the roaring gun and the thundering machine
Never sheltering from the rain of arrows
In unfading will, it breath Hellfire
Never will the gods hold it down
When the War drums sounds...
Author's notes:
Only A simple prelude to a story I want to bring to life. I am a visual artist, but want to give a shot a writhing. Many of you may like story's of Sephiroth's redemption (So do I) and there's no need to say there's already plenty around, but I've decided to writhe my own. It might sound a bit weird at first, but I'm simply trying to be original. By the way I'm working on it right now, it will focus and develop more on Sephiroth's spirit rather than whole character and the relation the characters have with it. This will not be a romance or slash fic and the pairing will change. (There's just no sport drama category...boo hoo)