Shadows roaming
The foes appear
They begin swarming
Danger is near


A party of three
Prepares to fight
They stand ready
Targets on sight


A slash from a blade
An enemy cries
A deadly strike made
One of them dies


A spell is chanted
The materia glows
An energy is created
The magic flows


Bolt is formed first
Taking form in the sky
It crashes down on the earth
Blasting all with its might


A deep thrust
A powerful kick
Fight she must
Moving quick


A scream is echoed
As an ally begins to fall
Another soon follows
They no longer stand tall


On the ground she kneels
Praying with her heart
A gentle wind heals
As the pain soon departs


Ifrit is called
To come to their aid
His flame consumes all
The opponents fade


A victory is obtained!










Author's Notes: Yeah I know, this is a really strange theme for a poem but I felt really inspired from listening to the battle theme. Hoped you all enjoyed that! By the way, the three characters were Cloud, Tifa, and Aeris which is my usual party in disc one.