A poem from the POV of my Anais Nin of Tipa, a brave Selkie caravanner who isn't afraid of anything, even the great volcano whose mere rumblings terrify all but the hardiest souls.
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy: Crystal Chronicles or any characters or locations within.
Mount Kilanda
Ever toward the western sky the sun begins to sink;
To Mount Kilanda, searching for myrrh, my journey here is made.
I see the sun's last gleaming as the ferry nears the brink—
And yet, of this great mountain, I find I'm not afraid.
Even on the shore the air is hot upon my skin,
Ogres, coeurls, ahrimans, the monsters promenade.
Lava mu or blazer beetle, my battle here begins—
And yet, of this great mountain, I find I'm not afraid.
Hotter, higher, toward the summit, onward I will climb—
What will happen, what may come, I will not be waylaid.
I will reach that tree of myrrh, and all within good time—
Of this infernal mountain, I find I'm not afraid.
The summit draws ever nearer, the myrrh tree now is nigh—
But here stands the Iron Giant, one final barricade,
Great sword he raise for battle, red flame within his eye—
Yet of this Iron Giant I find I'm not afraid.
When battle tires me at last, I reach the tree of myrrh—
Into the chalice the drop it falls, now homeward-bound I'm bade
To keep the crystal shining bright, the miasma to deter,
For even of Kilanda mount I find I'm not afraid.
Know you this, great demon black, here is where I stand:
On the rumbling volcano, for I, the brave sea-maid,
Come so much closer now than ever to making my final stand:
For of this I find, and so will you, that I am not afraid.