A/N: A quick deal about Lindblum in FFIX.
The Echoes
The echoes,
those echoes
can't you feel them all around you?
No, they cannot be heard,
only seen with the sharpest of sight.
The echoes,
those echoes,
when the sunlight is at its lowest,
when the sun is setting or rising,
The echoes,
those echoes.
They sound as loudly as the echoes
of the bells that
ring in the square.
Which echoes?
Those echoes.
The ones that bounce off
the walls of the houses,
The echoes,
those echoes,
that cast brilliance upon
the translucent pools of water
clinging to the green.
Ah, yes, those echoes.
The rays dance about
the mirrored windows,
breaking into thousands of echoes.
Those echoes?
Yes, the echoes.
The last shards of the echoes
cavort over the rooftops
while the shadow silently approaches.
Those echoes?
Yes indeed,
the echoes
of the sunlight.