Fallen Chocobo

Poem By Poet Dragon

In the wind of the grassland,
where green grass grows tall
above your head

Sighing waves of flashing green
comfort one another
across the sun strewn lawn

Gritty details, dust and blood
carry as a scent on the wind
the cry, we'ih-ooh.

Oh the Chocobo has fallen,
the pink and the yellow
or the wily black male

A wolf of red hair and fiery tail
growls over the corpse
and eats around feathers

Comments about Fallen Chocobo

heh... lovely thought. I always wondered what red 13 ate X3. It was cool how you put it.
As a player of the game myself, I gotta say this is a rockin funny poem :) So true, so true, Red.

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