[Final Fantasy VII Poem.]
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VII does not belong to me.
Steps
His golden eyes,
They gleam,
Filled full of despair,
Deeper than darkness.
Silence,
Is his way,
And because he listens,
He is knowledgeable.
Inside,
He hears many voices,
However,
His own voice is calm.
Locked,
He finds himself trapped,
Destined to a fate,
Which is reaching closer.
He sees ashes,
Which fall like snow,
Which fall like tears,
And he is sad.
Redemption,
Something he looked for,
Withholding eternal regret,
For fault that wasn't his.
He walks his own path,
Trudging along the heavy snow,
Making footsteps seem hard,
Making it more easy to stop.
These steps he takes,
He takes these steps,
He keeps walking,
Knowing that he has to go.
He reaches the end,
Through the ashes of the past,
Through the blizzard,
He leaves his footsteps behind.
Steps
His golden eyes,
They gleam,
Filled full of despair,
Deeper than darkness.
Silence,
Is his way,
And because he listens,
He is knowledgeable.
Inside,
He hears many voices,
However,
His own voice is calm.
Locked,
He finds himself trapped,
Destined to a fate,
Which is reaching closer.
He sees ashes,
Which fall like snow,
Which fall like tears,
And he is sad.
Redemption,
Something he looked for,
Withholding eternal regret,
For fault that wasn't his.
He walks his own path,
Trudging along the heavy snow,
Making footsteps seem hard,
Making it more easy to stop.
These steps he takes,
He takes these steps,
He keeps walking,
Knowing that he has to go.
He reaches the end,
Through the ashes of the past,
Through the blizzard,
He leaves his footsteps behind.