March on Mount Vellenge

by ladycordelia17

A poem from the POV's of all five of my Tipa caravanners as they prepare to make their final stand. Poetry critics welcome!

Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy: Crystal Chronicles or any characters or locations within, only the five speakers in my poem.

March on Mount Vellenge

I, a Yuke whose fathers built the sluice of Veo Lu,

Lead my caravan to march and bring Revival true,

To end miasma darkness deep for peoples living through—

I, Khetala, come to march on darkened Mount Vellenge.

I, a Clavat, know a town where hundreds death made pale:

The moldered ruined town of Tida on the Lilties' vale.

For those who perished there, and those who now must tell the tale,

I am David, come to march on darkened Mount Vellenge.

I, a Clavat, know a man who lost his memory.

A world without miasma dark is what he sought to see.

And I'd succeed where he has failed, by all the good that be—

I am Lydia. I march on darkened Mount Vellenge.

I, a Lilty, know a Knight who ravaged was his soul,

So much that ne'er did he find peace till death had taken toll.

I would avenge him, by my success his quest I would extol—

I am Dimo Nor. I march on darkened Mount Vellenge.

I, a Selkie, loved a man who died before his day:

To free us from miasma's hold he sought to find a way.

And for him I would end this dark, though cost my life it may!

I, Anaїs Nin, will march on darkened Mount Vellenge.

We five of us were guided forth by shining crystals' light,

From Tipa where our races four do stand and we unite,

To end the scourge for once and all, here lies our final fight:

We five of Tipa come to march on darkened Mount Vellenge.