I was bored so I wrote this, so if it is rubbish just tell me in your reviews, I don't care, inspired by To Zanarkand you know, that piano music at the very start of the game, you know the this is my story music, okay and start poem, P.S. I don't own anything

My Old Home

This was once my home 1000 years ago,

Now it lies in ruins how could it be so?

Pyreflys litter the sky,

From people who have died,

So many stories ended that day,

But yet I am still here,

But who is to say,

That I am here for life.

Life is fragile,

Life is precious.

Misuse it and is gone forever more,

And it will haunt you to your very core.

Over their I first played played blitz,

In that massive dome,

That was once near home,

My old home now it is gone,

Now I'm stuck in Spira,

Will I ever go home?

Will I ever leave Spira?

But how could I leave the woman I love?

I could take her with me,

But still ...

This was my home,

But now I have a new one,

Even better than the last,

With people who care

And the woman I love,

It is Spira.

Reviews are greatly appreciated so please send one, it isn't hard. Thank you!