The Statue -- Sephiroth

Brilliant cold that surrounds keeps him
His body dead but the spirit is within
Forever locked dead to skin, cold to stone
Like death's blade with sharpness honed
Silence in his ears keep still his heart
Yet to another his very thoughts broadcast art
With throbbing feed, pulsing flow
Whomever, wherever, fast, swift as vixen on hunt doth go.
Filling the mind with false memory
Hope of great power, malicious milee
Spiteful, his blade th last hope slays
As innocent child to HOLY prays
Mixing a mind with wild insanity
No hope for into the flow goes he
Gaia crys, Mother Earth's pain,
Cold wound grows still again.
No hero, no evil villan either be
The statue, frozen, innocent angel he.
The one-winged angel with eyes full of sin
Forever trapped in icy prison.

But what is the name of this vicious foe,
Lost within Gaia's life flow
Sealed within gaping wound's frozen scab?
Never again, with Masamune flesh to stab
Never again help or hind her
Nameless statue, forever will be.