An epic battle, endless ending chaos

And dismay stretched

Through time and generations.

 

Heroes and their Shadows,

Good and Evil dispute,

The Light and Darkness,

Their shaking hands till the

Void dismantles structures.

 

Love is blind,

Hope is to leave, like the moon-

Terra-

The rose watches and the

Eight crystals split to halves,

The battle stables.

 

The blade’s sharp ends through

Their wand and magic covet,

Equipped with cape and helms,

Spinning imagination as

A final blow, beyond either hand.

 

Fantasy, Dreams are

Stretched beyond

The World, Filled with

Orchestras like no jazz,

In adventures of mist monsters

And where light shines last

And flows out of rivers,

Final Fantasy.