Our Final Fantas(ies)
Tell me:
Who doesn't remember their first time
Fighting the one-winged angel Sephiroth,
Or when you found out Tidus was
Nothing more than just a dream.
And who can't recall when pestered
The first time you realized
Just who the hell Laguna really was.
Or Vincent Valentine in the ShinRa Mansion
With his bullet-hole ridden cloak
And those weird-ass pointy shoes?
Or seeing Cloud stand next to
Goofy and Donald of all people?
And who can't recite with a small reminder
"I saw this sphere of you,"
Or "Chicken-Wuss"?
You know you're one of us when
Words like "Zantetsuken" and
"Dress Spheres" actually make sense,
And names like Biggs and Wedge
And Dagger are par for course.
Oh, and we know what it means
When someone says that Reno
Totally became a Bishounen in AC.
And we laugh when someone states,
"Wearing sunglasses indoors in so Rude."
We know the Turks and the Gullwings
And the Timber Liberation Movement.
We're a dying class, the Moogles
And the Moombas of this reality.
But tell me something,
When we're already working
On the 23rd, and 24th, and 25th
Installments of this dream world,
This otherworld, this Terra to our Gaia,
How can we call this our Final Fantasy?
C'mon, let's face facts…
Why don't we go ahead and call it
The Never-Ending Fantasy?
Granted, the story called that
Went by the way of the roadside,
But I'll be 99 years old and playing
Good ol' Final Fantasy 54.
Wait, I'm sorry, 54-2a appendix B,
Because the stories are just that good
And we just don't want to let them go.
But what do I know?
I'm just a girl with her videogames
Who knows the joy
Of the Random Encounter
And who can debate who's
The cooler villain? Seymore,
Shuyin, Seifer? Sephiroth.