Title: Frozen Solid
Summary: A short little
poem about what it means for Squall to be a commander and why he
chooses to isolate himself from his emotions.
Content: Poem
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG
Chapter: One-Shot
Status: Complete
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VIII and am not making any money off of it.
Author's Notes: View Author's Notes
I’m
frozen
My
emotions have run dry
It’s
not a choice I made
More
like my alibi
Commanders
cannot grieve
Over
the innocent who die
We
do only what we have to
There’s
no time for asking ‘Why?’
We
convince ourselves we’re right
We
feed ourselves a lie
Because
armies can’t have soldiers
Breaking down to cry
Over
fallen comrades
When
it’s time to say goodbye
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Yes,
another poem. I don’t think this one is nearly as good as my other
one, but I hope you liked it nonetheless. Anyway, the poem is pretty self
explanatory.
