A poem of sorts written about an area in Final Fantasy XII called the Salikawood. The song that played in that area inspired me to write, so I did. As such, it is strongly preferable that you listen to http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sppDCLuj4kc while reading.
It's meant, above all else, to be visual. I tried to encapsulate the visuals of Salikawood as well as add my own twist of both story and stylistics. I hope you enjoy it and derive similar emotion from the poem as I do the song!
Possessed by the earthen elegy
Obsessed by its minuet
Every life a note of its melody
Lest the world forget
Resplendent willows weep
Phantasmic jades and greens
This wood may never sleep
But surely it dreams
An argent, somber sky
Cast beyond the vast canopy
Weeps to awaken and vivify
The forest's eternal memory
Through ev'ry raindrop and creak
The ensemble orchestrates
Though sworn to never speak
The venerable wood orates
Of the ancient ones
They who tamed this wood
Affete to care for the forest
As only a woman could
Ashen ears of hares
Silver manes of mares
Skin of olive, rusty and fair
Not a drop of beauty to spare
Their legacy carved in the eldest trees
Their souls sing on the fragile breeze
Engraved with the people's lore
To revive the days of yore
And so through the wood's breath
The eldritch race lives on in death
To preserve and protect their home
The silent sentinals are never alone
For every breath a note in the melody
Every voice and thought a memory
Everything 'neath the vast emerald hood
Lives in the eternal song of the Salikawood
It's meant, above all else, to be visual. I tried to encapsulate the visuals of Salikawood as well as add my own twist of both story and stylistics. I hope you enjoy it and derive similar emotion from the poem as I do the song!
Possessed by the earthen elegy
Obsessed by its minuet
Every life a note of its melody
Lest the world forget
Resplendent willows weep
Phantasmic jades and greens
This wood may never sleep
But surely it dreams
An argent, somber sky
Cast beyond the vast canopy
Weeps to awaken and vivify
The forest's eternal memory
Through ev'ry raindrop and creak
The ensemble orchestrates
Though sworn to never speak
The venerable wood orates
Of the ancient ones
They who tamed this wood
Affete to care for the forest
As only a woman could
Ashen ears of hares
Silver manes of mares
Skin of olive, rusty and fair
Not a drop of beauty to spare
Their legacy carved in the eldest trees
Their souls sing on the fragile breeze
Engraved with the people's lore
To revive the days of yore
And so through the wood's breath
The eldritch race lives on in death
To preserve and protect their home
The silent sentinals are never alone
For every breath a note in the melody
Every voice and thought a memory
Everything 'neath the vast emerald hood
Lives in the eternal song of the Salikawood