Though they claimed to be his friends...
They could not see his heart...
For every day they laughed and played...
While inside he was being torn apart...

For his love never survived...
that last bloodly fight...
So he went away without his friends...
Into the quiet of the night...

With his gunblade in his hands...
He cried and decided to join her...
Up to the sky he held his blade...
Never seeing the thunder...

As lightning struck the tip of his blade...
And down went his body and soul...
The heavons opened up to him...
Appering as a lighted hole...

Then he saw her as an angel...
His arms out stretched to his love...
And as his friends reached his body...
He closed his eye's and flew above...

WOW..nice poem...got into tha feeling.its nice man..good job!!

For his love never survived...
that last bloodly fight...
So he went away without his friends...
Into the quiet of the night...


great part man...i liek that ..keep comin wit stuff like that..

...i couldnt come up wit a poem of a video game.....

AWESOME!!!!!

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