Behind walls of stone, humanity did hide, A sheltered cage, where fear and comfort reside. But joy still bloomed, in whispers soft and bright, A beacon warm, against the endless night.
Eren Yeager, with eyes of burning blue, Dreamed of freedom's vast and endless view. He yearned to soar beyond the wall's embrace, To paint the sky with laughter's joyful trace.
Mikasa Ackerman, a loyal, steadfast soul, Her fierce devotion, a story to be told. In Eren's dreams, her own desires entwined, A bond of friendship, strong and unconfined.
Armin Arlert, with mind as sharp as steel, His gentle spirit, a refuge to reveal. He dreamt of titans, not with hate or dread, But with a scholar's curiosity, instead.
Within the walls, where shadows danced and played, A camaraderie, in youthful hearts, was made. They trained and laughed, beneath the watchful sun, A fleeting glimpse, of joy that would be won.
Sasha Blouse, with appetite so grand, Found solace in a potato in her hand. Her laughter echoed, chasing fear away, A simple pleasure, brightening up the day.
Connie Springer, with wit that cut like a knife, His playful jabs, brought laughter back to life. He challenged doubt, with stories spun so bold, A spark of hope, in tragedies untold.
Jean Kirstein, with pride that burned so bright, He dreamt of glory, bathed in morning light. Beneath his bravado, a friendship true, A yearning to belong, to see things through.
Levi Ackerman, humanity's blade, A stoic presence, a warrior unafraid. His leadership, a comfort in the storm, A promise whispered, keeping them all warm.
Hange Zoë, with curiosity alight, Unraveling mysteries, with all their might. Their quirky humor, a welcome distraction, Turning fear to wonder, with pure elation.
Within the Survey Corps, a family they became, Bound by duty, but fueled by freedom's flame. They faced the titans, with courage unyielding, But in their downtime, joy was in the wielding
Of playful banter, and stories shared at night, Of dreams for a future, bathed in golden light. The warmth of comradeship, a shield held tight, Against the darkness, pushing back the night.
The victories they claimed, though few and far between, Were cause for celebration, a joyous, joyous scene. Each triumph tasted like a stolen kiss, A reprieve from sorrow, a moment of pure bliss.
They cherished sunsets, painted in crimson hues, A promise whispered, of a world that renews. They danced beneath the moon, a fragile, fleeting sight, A celebration of life, bathed in silver light.
Though shadows lingered, and losses cut so deep, The joy they found, they held with hands that keep. For in the darkest night, a single star can shine, A reminder that hope, and laughter, are truly divine.
So raise a glass, to the hearts that dared to dream, Beyond the walls, where freedom's river gleams. For even in the battle, against a monstrous tide, The joy of living, in Attack on Titan, can't be denied.
