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An Ode to Vincent Valentine
By Shiva's Night

He sleeps in a coffin
And has long, black hair
Don't ask him any questions
'Cause he just doesn't care
A flowing, red cape
And an arm made of steel
You'll never see him crying
Because he can't feel
A former head Turk
Vincent stands proud
But when compared to Reno
He's just not as loud
His love, Lucrecia,
Calls Sephiroth her son
Because she met Hojo
And had too much fun
When Vincent meets monsters
He shoots them all dead
His solution for any problem:
A bullet in the head
Vincent takes his vodka
Straight-up with a twist
He turns into a demon
When he gets pissed
February the 14th
We named after him
A day full of love
Though Vince's love life is dim
Now grumpy and tired
Vincent goes to his bed
But we all know that tomorrow
He'll rise from the dead