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