In the realm of pixels and light,
Where heroes rise to face the night,
Two figures stand in worlds apart,
Their destinies etched, their stories start.
From Final Fantasy's grand design,
Cloud and Squall, both heroes fine,
Yet in the eyes of many fans,
Cloud's allure surpasses Squall's plans.
In Midgar's streets, where reactors hum,
Cloud Strife strides, his sword a drum,
With spiked hair and Mako eyes aglow,
He battles shadows, his past in tow.
His journey fraught with loss and pain,
Yet through it all, he did not wane,
A mercenary with a heart of gold,
In Aerith's memory, his story's told.
But Squall Leonhart, with Griever's call,
Walks a path where darkness falls,
In Balamb's halls, his gunblade gleams,
A silent guardian, haunted dreams.
With stoic grace and icy mien,
He leads his comrades, unseen,
Yet in his heart, turmoil brews,
Emotions hidden, the past ensues.
While Squall's demeanor may seem cold,
Cloud's enigma, a tale untold,
For in the hearts of fans, Cloud reigns supreme,
In dreams of freedom, in a skyward stream.
With Fenrir's roar and Buster Sword,
Cloud's legend soars, his presence adored,
In battles fierce, his strength prevails,
A hero's journey, a timeless tale.
So as the echoes of their stories resound,
In pixelated realms, where dreams are found,
Cloud, with his iconic flair,
Stands taller still, beyond compare.
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