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FFT Haiku (stolen from GFAQS)

Started by Melancthon, December 27, 2009, 07:15:29 pm

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Melancthon

December 27, 2009, 07:15:29 pm Last Edit: December 31, 1969, 07:00:00 pm by Melancthon
So over on GameFAQS the user Ain'tThatSerious made a topic for FFT Haiku.  Since not all of you frequent the gfaqs board I thought I'd bring it here and see if anyone was interested.  The original topic can be found here:  

http://www.gamefaqs.com/boards/genmessa ... c=52311408

These are the two that I wrote that I like the most:

She moves with such grace
That Dancer on the hill-- Wait!
Why am I a frog?

What do you do now
All faithless blind and silent?
She wore a red bow


Anyone else?
Just a collaborator plotting collaboration.
"WHATS ST AJORA'S DEAL DUDE!?"

mav

December 27, 2009, 07:36:40 pm #1 Last Edit: December 31, 1969, 07:00:00 pm by mav
On a Chocobo
He rode, valiant and strong.
Blame yourself or God.


Meh.

PX_Timefordeath

December 27, 2009, 08:20:09 pm #2 Last Edit: December 31, 1969, 07:00:00 pm by PX_Timefordeath
Staring at the man
Betrayed by his most loyal
knights, sword in his back

mav

December 27, 2009, 10:29:59 pm #3 Last Edit: December 31, 1969, 07:00:00 pm by mav
Who is the Meager?
Is he Manipulative?
Or Subservient?


Fourth chapter's title.
I prefer the nod to Queen.
"Somebody to Love."

Mari

December 30, 2009, 06:16:54 pm #4
I ready through the thread. Your dancer one is the best!
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As the puppeteer pulls His strings,
The fragile doll spreads Her wings.
To dance a ballet as He directs
That is the Curse of the Marionette.

Controlled by a hand far, far above,
Forbidden to care, forbidden to love.
Forever shall She mime what She cannot know,
Until the day She loses her illusory glow.

Propped up on a stilt where wine once stood,
The Marionette is, once more, only wood.
Her glossy eyes have lost their shine,
Her silken hair, turned to twine.

What a fate awaits the poor little doll,
Who dances and runs but cannot stand at all.
And the puppeteer is applauded at the end of every show,
But the audience's joyous response the doll can never know.

I am but a doll on an endless stage,
Dancing for others whilst I slowly age.
My puppeteer sits far above,
Hiding His face behind a white glove.

And when I have aged to nothing but wood,
I will be tucked away in a closet where a doll once stood.
Then, as I gather dust and the world passes by,
I will be forgotten by the vast, blue sky.

PX_Timefordeath

December 30, 2009, 11:46:29 pm #5
Riding through sunrise
They face their final mission
To die for their lord

Melancthon

January 04, 2010, 01:37:04 pm #6
Thanks Mari!  PX, I really like that last one.

Thank you Ramza but
It seems your sister is in
Another castle!
Just a collaborator plotting collaboration.
"WHATS ST AJORA'S DEAL DUDE!?"
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