A Ballad of Planet's Fantasy
Clad in black,
Steel shining in the sun.
Prepare to flee,
For he is the Chosen One.
Hair, white and long,
Bangs arched from his head.
Child of Jenova,
Wanting the world dead.
Songs of the Ancients sound in his wake,
The spawn of Calamity, of Death.
The cowering angels call his name, the final song,
The one who draws the final breath.
Battle is joined, the party gathered.
Hark, the Evil Destroyer and Righteous Defender,
Fight unending for the fate of fate
Yet the righteous hero is only a liar, a pretender.
Gone is the Hero, dead by corruption's claw,
Now this replacement must keep his vigil
On the dying, decrepit world, drained of life
Threatened by the One Winged Angel.
In the final battle
Of Cloud and lightning,
The Dark Angel and Hero
Finish their fighting.
A black void engulfs the two,
Time in a state of sloth.
Whereupon vindictive Cloud,
Defeats the wicked Sephiroth.
The Planet heals its wounds, the sun shines on life
Until Sephiroth awakes, bringing eternal strife.
