A.S: Uhm...This is the hardest poem I ever wrote. All the words seemed to be without any good rhyme, and I had to research about Chaos history every time. Sorry for making a fu**** poem with such good theme... I think I need more practice...
The Vrishabha Ascendant
The Esper of eternal meditation,
Taken inside an endless and full,
Infamous cycle of reincarnation,
This is Chaos, the wiser Bull.
In the foggy Nabudis, land of dead,
The windy being of the pedestal,
Laid rest by the Nu Mou's squad,
Was swept from his beloved crystal.
The Walker of the Wheel,
Holder of the elements swords
With a pain no one can heal,
With a anger of infinite words.
His might wield of wind,
Can cut through every halo,
Destroying with Whirlwind,
And erasing with Tornado.
P.S: Well... there it is. I think I couldn't have done it better. Promise to get better if I get some reviews! =}