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
