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A poem written from the point of view of Rauk, a Final Fantasy IV spirit of mine, and a Dragoon. I didn't put this in the Final Fantasy IV section, however, because there is nothing Final Fantasy-i...
I model my falsest face.
I bury my conciousness deep
Inside, Master's delight, slave's disgrace.
Above me, the blue-scaled wyverns soar,
Twirling graceful and so free.
Oh, you beautiful creatures of
Lore, I wish I flew with thee!
See, sad I grow of these dark, callous walls,
That monster's presence, and my cries.
The crying from the lower halls,
The monster's evil lies.
Come find me, bright eyes, beyond the cliffs,
Overlooking the cursed sea.
And, as on wind the wyverns drift,
Sweetheart, we will both be free.