A Sonnet for Sidurgu

Shall I compare thee to a Moogle’s pom
Thine skin wax fair in pale moon’s light below
Yet though steel visage radiates so calm
Embarrassment, bright red cheeks’ afterglow

Sharp piercing horns and teeth like razor blades
Gruff insults, fierce glares, fury is thy norm
But deep within a soul cold doth pervade
A kindness kindled deep grows soft and warm

Beneath thy harsh tongue and indignant hate
For past mistreatment that tore thee apart
A loyal Dark Knight’s oath upheld of late
Shows compassion in Obsidian Heart

Deny it all thou wish, sweet Sidurgu
“Tsundere” is what we call guys like you


Jusis Albarea, Mateus server, if I win I would like the Noble Barding.