Surrender
The barracks were sleeping, bunked down for the night,
but one soldier stirred, though his footsteps were light.
Nervously stalking, in raven bedecked,
with cascading silver tied back out of sight.
Well, President Shinra could shout all he cared,
and Scarlett could try to protest, if she dared.
But nothing could give the lone soldier his heart,
save the creature that held it, unwitting, ensnared.
He knew just the room, where ensconced, was his prey,
determined to settle things, somehow or way.
For it wasn't permitted, a trooper, to love,
though he struggled to compose, in time, what to say.
A pause at the door, while abnormally tense,
as if for a moment he'd lost all his sense.
"He's only one trooper - what harm could he do?"
One twist of the handle, "Stop acting so dense!"
On entering, though, all that logical thought,
along with his reason amounted to naught.
For an Angel he saw, not a trooper at all,
A vision of light, for which hell should be fought.
He never could tell if the hours passed slow,
and had given up telling himself just to go.
Because watching his golden hair'd Seraph in sleep
was worth all the risk, besides... who was to know?
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The barracks were sleeping, bunked down for the night,
but one soldier stirred, though his footsteps were light.
Nervously stalking, in raven bedecked,
with cascading silver tied back out of sight.
Well, President Shinra could shout all he cared,
and Scarlett could try to protest, if she dared.
But nothing could give the lone soldier his heart,
save the creature that held it, unwitting, ensnared.
He knew just the room, where ensconced, was his prey,
determined to settle things, somehow or way.
For it wasn't permitted, a trooper, to love,
though he struggled to compose, in time, what to say.
A pause at the door, while abnormally tense,
as if for a moment he'd lost all his sense.
"He's only one trooper - what harm could he do?"
One twist of the handle, "Stop acting so dense!"
On entering, though, all that logical thought,
along with his reason amounted to naught.
For an Angel he saw, not a trooper at all,
A vision of light, for which hell should be fought.
He never could tell if the hours passed slow,
and had given up telling himself just to go.
Because watching his golden hair'd Seraph in sleep
was worth all the risk, besides... who was to know?
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