"For Life"
Time weaves various patterns on weary looms.
It has sew the pandemonium of truth, revealing the painful memories over and over.
They, the posse, are forced to repeatedly dishevel the old feelings, the pain-staking
remembrance of a past they would have rather not lived.
He, that brat Leonhart, and his stigma-to-all-sorceresses girlfriend, Heartilly, became
heroes. "The duo of the century" everyone called them. Ha. What about the posse of
the century?
But, at the same time, it weaves majestic gold, luminous silver, and unblemished bronze
in a valiant flag of hopes and dreams, and the will to survive. One deathly black thread
taints those dreams, though, the Sun's "romantic dream". That didn't matter anymore;
they had survived. The three colors, the trio of elements, they somehow managed to
fight back and quell the ferocity of a dream contorted into a nightmare. It took time, a
agonizing stretch of the days, to correct what had gone bad with Ultimecia, but they
succeeded with unsurpassed prowess.
Let the Lion devour the Angel with icy fangs; let the Angel smother the Lion in feathered
wings. It mattered not. Fire, Wind, and Thunder would stand together, allies for
eternity.
"POSSE, INVINCIBLE."
"We're the best, ya know?"
"Can't beat us."
A posse for life.
Time weaves various patterns on weary looms.
It has sew the pandemonium of truth, revealing the painful memories over and over.
They, the posse, are forced to repeatedly dishevel the old feelings, the pain-staking
remembrance of a past they would have rather not lived.
He, that brat Leonhart, and his stigma-to-all-sorceresses girlfriend, Heartilly, became
heroes. "The duo of the century" everyone called them. Ha. What about the posse of
the century?
But, at the same time, it weaves majestic gold, luminous silver, and unblemished bronze
in a valiant flag of hopes and dreams, and the will to survive. One deathly black thread
taints those dreams, though, the Sun's "romantic dream". That didn't matter anymore;
they had survived. The three colors, the trio of elements, they somehow managed to
fight back and quell the ferocity of a dream contorted into a nightmare. It took time, a
agonizing stretch of the days, to correct what had gone bad with Ultimecia, but they
succeeded with unsurpassed prowess.
Let the Lion devour the Angel with icy fangs; let the Angel smother the Lion in feathered
wings. It mattered not. Fire, Wind, and Thunder would stand together, allies for
eternity.
"POSSE, INVINCIBLE."
"We're the best, ya know?"
"Can't beat us."
A posse for life.