Verse 10, Alexander
In the natural land of Valis Media, the land tied with Gran Pulse, is the citizen of Cocoon, a citizen of l'Cie- who has lost the will to fight
A citizen of Cocoon
A citizen of Palumpolum
The citizen that lost his way, lost upon the road
A road that leads to despair
That ropes in the band of strangers
A band of strangers that becomes his family
Strangers he ventures with, on their journey to fulfil their terrifying Focus
The will that is lost, the fight is lost, and this wakes his gift
Wakes his brand
Wakes their paths
His Eidolon
His gift
The gift of Eidolon
Alexander, the master of might
Alexander, made of metal, not of skin
Alexander, crafted by the goddess of Etro
He lives in the blood of l'Cie, entombed within the forest of crystal flowers
Alexander, the Eidolon that senses his master's will
Eidolon, the gift that saves a despairing l'Cie
Eidolon, their strength cannot be bought, but must be earned
The might of Alexander
The might of a machine
The might of quake
The might of Divine Judgement
Alexander, blossoming from the blood of a l'Cie, faces his master
Faces his challenge
Alexander, the might of a machine, is won by his master
Alexander, the might of a machine, becomes the friend of a l'Cie
Alexander, the might of a machine, becomes family
Alexander, the might of a machine, restores his faith and renews the name of the boy
The boy of Hope Estheim
Alexander, bestowed within the crystal flower, awaits his call