A NobodyI'm nothing but a hollow shell left behind by someone,
I'm nothing but a hollow shell left behind by a no one,
I'm but a memory a silent ghost, a wraith,
no one pays any mind to me or any fool who seems to know one,
taken our lives are, by the Heartless shadows left behind,
We now try to fill our need of our empty husk like selves,
to find purpose and prosperity althogh no door of opertunity we can see or open,
shut out of this fair world in our hole of a condeming,
to live our lives need be although we have no feeling,
to love, to hate, to wish or pray for a fate that is more un-conceling of all emotions pryed from us,
and Heartless we became devoid of all emotion to live but a stolen life,
our lives where never spoken...
I wish to love again...
One of the Light BragadeLost in this world we are,
in this game of chance,
to play our best we try,
as we fall before the lance,
to die for what we know is right to end our days in glory,
unwavering in skills and might, our fight was ever gory,
giving ourselves no second thought or glance to orders given,
no question, oppinion, or mutiny ever thought of or even risen,
march on we began, as we entered the valley of Hell,
we all began to fall in death due to our lives lived by the sword,
we continued to march on end 300 versus the great horde...