I devote this man in this poem to Cloud...I was thinking about him the other day, and wanted to make something up about him and his sword. I guess the woman in the darkness can be perceived as Aerith or as Tifa...smiles
Savior
They wore away my soul
Threw my sanity into the void
Never to feel and touch the light
Alone I stay; in the darkened world
Then upon one night
I felt the breath of life
He was there with a tortured heart
There he stood; my shadowed savior
With his weapon of darkness
He thrust and tore at my very being
Freeing me of their hold
Then once again I saw light with eyes of shadows
Sharing life, death, and redemption with him
My shadowed savior
