Facing Gerogero
Three of them face off
against the old evil
for friendship and duty
for honour and pride.
For the sake of a lady
a blue-cloaked dark lady
that dances to the beat
of the drums in her head.
One like a statue
like chiseled alabaster
like the edge of a weapon
paler than snowfall
and deadly as steel.
Like the edge of a gunblade
that slices the memories
and cuts them away
for the joining of ice.
One like a dynamo
power surging, surging,
mad-march-hare boxing
the demons he knows
are waiting to get him.
Like a dynamo whirring
that drives the war engines
and colours the mind
with resurgence of fire.
One like a puppy-dog
happy and yelping
ping-pong-ball bouncing
chasing her tail
through the light of herself.
Like a puppy-dog playing
in ruins of the old-time
the homes that were blasted
by clouds full of lightning.
Three of them face off
against the old evil
as towers are remembering
as crystals shall do.
Ever the story
that colours the whiteness
a fantasy dancing
to drumbeats of life...?
A.N. Wow! My first Final Fantasy VIII poem! Ever! Teehee! I'm rather proud of this one. I'll give a cookie to anyone who can guess what the 'colours the whiteness' bit meant.*does a Selphie-style pose*Read! And! Review!
Three of them face off
against the old evil
for friendship and duty
for honour and pride.
For the sake of a lady
a blue-cloaked dark lady
that dances to the beat
of the drums in her head.
One like a statue
like chiseled alabaster
like the edge of a weapon
paler than snowfall
and deadly as steel.
Like the edge of a gunblade
that slices the memories
and cuts them away
for the joining of ice.
One like a dynamo
power surging, surging,
mad-march-hare boxing
the demons he knows
are waiting to get him.
Like a dynamo whirring
that drives the war engines
and colours the mind
with resurgence of fire.
One like a puppy-dog
happy and yelping
ping-pong-ball bouncing
chasing her tail
through the light of herself.
Like a puppy-dog playing
in ruins of the old-time
the homes that were blasted
by clouds full of lightning.
Three of them face off
against the old evil
as towers are remembering
as crystals shall do.
Ever the story
that colours the whiteness
a fantasy dancing
to drumbeats of life...?
A.N. Wow! My first Final Fantasy VIII poem! Ever! Teehee! I'm rather proud of this one. I'll give a cookie to anyone who can guess what the 'colours the whiteness' bit meant.*does a Selphie-style pose*Read! And! Review!