This other poem is about black mages. I don't really care for them but oh well I'm on a roll for Final Fantasy poems.

Black mage.

You are like your cousin the red mage you don't have any friends.

You hunger for friendship.

Even though people think you are ugly.

Your life is full of sorrows.

Magic makes you happy.

You know offensive magic.

Black is your color of choice.

Black is the color of shadows and sorrows.

You hurt people.

You may be evil or just lost in confusion.

You may appear cold, but you need love.

Oh, black mage you have friends.

People care about you.

You may not relize it.

Please don't become evil.

You may be tainted just alittle.