This is a poem that I wrote for Creative Writing class. I dedicate this poem to Seifer, known as the Griever in my poem. I hope you all enjoy it. Please, constructive criticism only. No flames please. And I apologize if the poem is real corny. But I worked on this poem just last night and it took hard work.
Disclaimer : I do not own FF8. Come one, like a 15 year-old could really own Squaresoft.
The Griever, so egoistic and strong, stands high
His head facing towards the sky
He smirks and laughs in an arrogant way
He readies his Hyperion, his weapon, before beginning to pray
To pray that once the sun rises, there would be another victory
Another victory, a great triumphant victory to add as another chapter in his life story
He silently said that prayer
As he anticipated deep in his heart while feeling the sun beginning to climb up the sky
"Today is another day, another glorious victory."--- he slyle spoke
His Hyperion ready to strike, ready to provoke
His wicked emerald green eyes begin to glimmer
Which could make a person shiver
His mission--- to invade a city and take control
The griever did not obligate---- for it was his role
His role as a knight to the sorceress
Whom he serves and obeys none the less
he leads his army
he leads them to their target, the city
He commands his men to invade
To guard, to steal, and to kill
The Hyperion, shining from the sun's rays, blade splattered in dripping blood
From the flesh of a man---who tried to rebel and went by the name of Judd
The wife cries with pain and grief
Wishing Judd would at least be alive--- not paying attention to her actual disbelief
The Griever had killed many more that day
While the skies had started to turn gray
Killing the flesh of men, women, and even children, innocent lives lost
Yet he feels no pity, for his heart had hardened and turned to frost
Sorrow and grief is soon everywhere
Tears and blood fills the air
Cloud beginning to shed tears
Like as if it had never cried in years
As day by day pass by
More cities begin to die
More corpses begin to rot
As they all pile on a lot
The griever keeps getting pleased
Proud of his own work
Hoping to satisfy the Sorceress
Hoping to hear her words so full of bless
But the sorceress was not satisfied
She wanted more, she wanted to be more powerful
She wanted the special gift to control time
And the only one who had contained such power was Dreamer
The griever did as he was told
To search for the Dreamer
But deep down inside
he did not want to hurt Dreamer, for she was his childhood friend
The Griever found Dreamer
She was lost in the desert, looking for water
She did not frail or flee from the Griever
She let herself be captured by the Griever
She was quiet and calm
Always staring at her palm
She held no hateful glare
She had sympathetic eyes that were lovely and fair
Dreamer was imprisoned in the Pandora
The griever watched her
Making sure she didn't escape
Making sure she didn't die
Then, the Lion had arrived
Carrying his weapon, the Lionheart, by his side
He enters the Pandora
To rescue Dreamer
The Lion and the Griever face off
Eyes full of hate
That lasted ever since their childhood
The Hyperion and Lionheart clash against each other violently
Making a clicking sound as they clashed harshly
The Griever swings his Hyperion as the Lion protected himself from the Hyperion's blows
The Griever had thought he had won
But he didn't, for the Lion had defeated his rival
He had defeated the Griever by the aide of Giglamesh, an ally of the Lion
The Mansume, the weapon of Giglamesh had cut through the Griever's arm
He howled in pain while the Lion had told him to give it up, for it was no use
The Lion left, along with Dreamer
The Griever was struck hard
But not by the blade
But by the Lion's words, "Give it up."
The Griever's triumphant victory had came to an end
For he had struck cities
And killed many
But the Griever had let Dreamer free
His childhood dream shatterd
he had thought that being a knight only mattered
Yet, he now realized that it didn't matter
He started to doubt his dream
For once he thought he would be able to redeem
He felt that he had become a failure
His heart slowly begins to melt
Losing the enjoyment of killing through pleasure
The Griever's face was reflected on the blade the Hyperion
He saw a murderer
A traitor
A failure
He did not see the noble knight who served the sorceress
Who brought grief to many hearts
He only saw himself
The Griever