mmmm.

orange is the color that brings depth to my universe..
loudly poems combine your ambitions..
throw away your intuitions..
as i watch before you fall..
loud the noise beckons from above..
i turn my head slowly..
songs from a long past memory crawl beneath the radio signals..
its all been done again..

rides the wind and comes towards me..
he stands atop the highest pyramid of sand..
and crashes his sword into the ground..
looks evil.. i take a moment and think..
i look at his clothes.. all worn out..brown and gray..
its strange... i can see green leaves on his shoulders..
"young boy have u not seen the terror of Galbadia..."
i might have asked a better question than my answers rarely give..
with spite i called upon my only remaining breath..
and told him..
"in truth i will bow to you and follow you to your quest, master"

immortalidade...