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 my father,
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
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
collided causing both our bodies to be destroyed in the process
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.