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[justgmasn]

This is my poem dedicated to the greatest game of all time: final fantasy 7

the disaster of the evil young man
who destroyed a two towns with his hand
lifted it up toward the sky with magi power
and with sword, lashed it out
the people were gone and than he went on
walked along the path
sephiroth was in his prime
did not care for anything
did not live for a single kiss
no he had different things in mindn
cloud our hero knew
didn't he? or would he even pursue?
darkened as our hero was
shades of his past haunted him well
he never knew what to do
but walked along without his due
knowing it was just for good portion
that he would come close to it someday
if it was today? but he didn't know
sometimes seemed to know it, but could not glow
his sword clashed with his at the end
giving him a fatal hit
and end the game the world had been saved