Here's a change from the usual, a poem about Xana. This can be considered in many ways, but I like to think of it as a final speech from Jeremie moments before the final blow and destruction of the vile machine. Read, review, and enjoy!

Valorous Nights

Ye of little hope of valor,
Doth thou not show true pallor
When ye find thine self abroad
And thine best friend be a cod?

Come hither to without delay;
Drag not ye legs and do not say,
"But Lord, please, I ask: forgive
One more day I wish to live."

Plea among near deaf ears,
For thou hath lived too many years
Hidden from the hand of moral,
Like a fish among the coral.

Valor be the final thought,
Wishing thou had not been bought,
But lived a life in white light,
Instead of fearing His great might.