FF8: Lunatic Pandora
You know, even though I wasn't overly happy with Final Fantasy 8, it seems to be a fertile breeding ground for what little serious crap I write. Behold, angsty poetry, with slightly more effort than usual put into rhyme and meter. Be VERY wary of this one. It's not funny in the slightest.
Spoilers. Yes. Spoilers ahoy. Plus it's angsty, vaguely depressing, and it's poetry, for crying out loud. Oh, and one curse word. Yeehaw.
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There's Irvine, there's Selphie,
There's Rinoa and Squall,
There's Zell and there's Quistis.
They're coming. That is all.

And Raijin says muthafuck
And Fuujin, she says RAGE
And Seifer, Seifer's pacing
Like a tiger, in a cage

But Fuujin, she remembers
A small ragged bouquet
Of flowers that Zell gave her
On her twelfth birthday

And Raijin remembers
Selphie's "Hi, I'm new!
"I'm Selphie, booyaka!
"And hi, who are you?"

And Seifer remembers
A single simple kiss
That binds him to Rinoa
From that day to this

And all three remember
A long ragged facial scar
And its twin, which brought them
To this place. They've come too far

And they curse and they grumble
And inside, they cry
For their old lives lost to time
And for those who must die

And so Fuujin and Raijin
They bow and then they go
To stall Squall for Seifer
Sixteen floors below

Seifer shatters his childhood
And then throws it away
He's chosen, he's marked now
Until the end of the day

He shivers, and he trembles
And holds his gunblade tight
This is what he wanted...
Seifer, Sorceress' Knight.

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COMMENTS:
You know, I am very tempted to hate this poem BECAUSE it is serious. I hate serious poetry! I want my poetry to be funny! But I made the effort, so I guess I'll stick it up here... grgh. Angst. I don't HAVE angst. Why do I WRITE angst?
Because I have such a terrible bias against serious amateur poetry, I really have no idea if this poem is any good at all. I'll pretend it is.

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