Sephiroth

A mystery man, in a Black Cape
Son of Jenova, whom he helped escape.
Once a great general, now just a looney,
Finds the human race disgusting, and puny.
His giant sword has such immense power,
Leaving his enemies to just sit there, and cower.
He seeks the Promised land, to seal his fate,
He will make it there, not as a ruler, but in a dead state.
The terror will end, the people rejoice,
For the valiant Cloud made life their choice.