Tribute poems

No. 2

Disclaimer. This character doesn't belong to me, unfortunately.

Note, These poems are for a set of Final Fantasy Shrines. I would love some submissions of artwork, short stories or poems dedicated to any of the guys of FF. If you think you have a piece of work that you think would be suitable, please send it to me at

darksquall@ffdreamer.fsnet.co.uk

Or

nicola.wilcox@talk21.com

gloves…

What kind of mischievous spirit are you,

That shows such affection, vigour and nobility?

What kind of handsome devil is this;

That shows no pause or fragility?

Hair of the purest gold

Eyes of the summer's day sky

And these harsh black fingers of ink

Distance you and leave us wondering why?

Your heart is so pure

And the strongest love is known

For all friends despite the years

And you will never be alone

Where in a lion, there is ice,

You burn with the brightest fire

And you really are unaware

Of the admiration you inspire.

It astounds us, your sense of honour

Where did it come from? Where was it found?

Your values and principles, your will to fight

How did you become so honour bound?

Do not change, do not substitute your bravery

Never deny your heart, soul or head.

For you are perfect just the way you are

There's no one we'd rather have in your stead.

You are movement light and energy,

Oh so beautiful death that comes so swift

Your touch brings both redemption and damnation

Deliverance to darkness of peace, your gift

To watch you move is to see a bird in flight

To find visible the most beautiful harmony

So much thought and practice in each movement

So strong, so alive, you simply must be.

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As always, with love for readers

My regards,

Darksquall

NJW