Disclaimer: If I owned Fire Emblem, you sure can bet that FE12 was localized.
Note: Yeah, this is cryptic af. I literally just sat down and let myself go on autopilot. Yeah, I know everyone hates poetry except for me shshshshshshsh let me live my daydreams.
Fates
Coursing veins shroud mystical blood
Soft voices remain
A gravesong to the living
A lifesong to the dead
And nothing for the child of conspiracy
Shivering, alone, both kin unyielding to truth
Pushing through
Screaming at nothing
Fighting for useless dreams
Dying for no one
Except the whispering voices for peace
Awakening
The love within us all
Or mayhap lust, for all we know
Grasping at thin threads
Living by them
Surviving by them
Breathing by them
But what can happen?
When faith falls apart
When the immortal comes mortal
When love dies when you were fated to
When fate itself is nothing
But a frail, broken plane
Dawn
Yet a day of stillness
Not a sound
Not a cry
Silence
Is this the peace you wish so desperately?
Of lifelessness
Surely, no life means no strife
No one to fight
No one to quarrel
No one to die
But all that remains are the stones of lifeless
The dawn is wasted upon them
Radiance
But a word so empty
Heroes come
But people see villains
Murderers rise
But we see kings
Justice wins
But they cry out for selfishness
Do not try, do not dare try
Try not again for the sightless
The blind see more light than they
Sacred
What is sacred?
When sacred holds demons
And demons hold evils
What is sacred?
When companions stray
And fathers die
What can be sacred again?
When your world's reality
Such fragile cloth of reality
Is torn to darkness
And even what is sacred shrivels to dust
Blazing
Are hearts of men
Yearning for answers
That only beget more questions
Love is twisted
Hatred abounds
Sink your fangs into corpses of the living
Savor their unbeating hearts
Maybe then can all be returned again
Even as there is nothing to return
Alas, kingdoms fall, and lords become lesser
So lands reek of turmoil
Churning beneath the earth
Binding
Is the oath
The blood
The Past
The Future
The Gods
Children fight yet again
Clamoring over the right of humanity
Love births hate
Peace births discord
A gentle touch morphs to a startling strike
Leaving the children confused
So lands reek of turmoil, yet again
Churning beneath the earth
776
Did it mean 666?
As fear abounds the light of his eyes
Trembling the Light Brand from death
Reluctant comrades by his side
Scaled wings cannot seem to fall
Cloaking the skies like oppressing lava
As corruption runs rampant
Flowing from a fire that clings to a lie to cleanse
Hunting down the hearts of the young
Never to bring hope again
Holy
Claims the lord
Claims the prince
Claims the emperor
Claims the fires
Is death holy?
Is that famished dragon holy?
Famished and hungry for power
To humiliate those that once shredded it apart
Fathers die
Too young to see their children rise
Even as there is nothing to rise to
Gaiden
Nothing but an extra
An exception soon all will forget
Who cares for a sword that kills gods?
Not the gods themselves, even
Your fathers wants your death if it means liberty for all
You live in a land of foolish luxury
As he ferments in the swamps of war
Waiting for the demise of those they all worshipped
Emblem
Emblazoned upon the hearts of all
Heroes and wicked alike
Groping for the last sight of trust
Where enemies are friends
And friends are enemies
And family is replaced with cold-faced soldiers
A second exile, a second war, a second darkness, a second death
Oh, young monarch
Deaf to your comrades
To listen to your dying persecutor
Fire
Sinks deeper into the recesses
Watching the world pass by
Watching the mystic creatures pass to madness
Watching stone aged creatures pass to cruelty
Until a purity shines through
Just to be smashed through
Again
and again
again
again
But still it cries out for the end of decay
His fading smile imprinted upon light
A/N:
Sorry for no writings the past half-year or so, can't quite remember. I've been having some issues (I guess?) with myself and it's been having a huge impact on all of my creative skills, and because of that, I have barely been writing, which means that I'm seriously losing my edge with it. I used to be so good with writing too... *large groan following by repeated head-slamming into the nearest wall*
I've tried roleplaying some to reboot it, but that's sucking more than I suck at Smash, and that's saying something. (Meanwhile, I will kick your butt in MarioKart even if I haven't played it in more than a year. Go figure.)
Someone make me alive with Bloodborne and Team Instinct memes.
I'm currently working on the self-insert and the OTP miniseries, but I feel like it would be better if I sorta release a companion to it? Pretty sure you guys wouldn't read a 15k+ block of text about what happened from the ages 12 to 19 unless I somehow become competent enough to do that... (*peers at Cormag Ravenstaff* 'teach me your ways, oh venerable artist of linguistics')
Anyways, I just wanted to apologize for the lack of uploads. It sucks when you start sucking at the only thing that you do to cope with just everything in general. :P
Also, please don't tell my parents that their kid is skipping out on writing a 2-page essay due tomorrow because I'm writing this. Just because I liked reading 1984 doesn't mean I want to write about it. (This is kinda like that one time where I wrote the first thing to the SI because I didn't want to do bio homework, hahaha.)
Anyways, to the work itself. If you didn't get it already, each stanza is about a different game.