I don't know why I'm writing this I just got the idea in my head so review it or not it's just a poem.

"To live by the fist.

To use my skills in a constructive and defensive matter.

To fight with cause and honor.

That is the code of the fighter"

I remember Zangan telling me this once.

That was long ago.

He told me and his students never to get distracted by empty promises of hate and revenge.

I failed to follow his words.

He told me that I could overcome anything with my physical skills.

But he didn't say anything about emotion.

Cloud I loved him with everything in my heart

Too afraid of rejection I let another have him hiding my feelings pretending to be strong.

For Barret.

For AVALANCHE.

For my father,

For Cloud.

I acted strong but I was weak

I wonder if he ever knew I loved him as I jumped in the way of a monsters onslaught.

Off of the Highwind

Destroying weapon with my heart, soul and, honor.

My final limit break was used my fist brimming with energy I smiled.

At least I'd go out with a bang.

As the others cried my name and the energy of my final heaven and the final weapon collided causing both our bodies to be destroyed in the process

I smiled

I had lived by the fighters honor and died by the hearts.

Well what ya think? I had writer's block and I didn't get a lot of reviews for my other story so I decided to write something short review and tell me if ya like it.