Eh, it's one of the better things I've done. There's still problems with it.
Here's art in words...if it qualifies as 'art'...
Final Day
by Mallorie
A poem about Termina's last hour through the eyes of Anju
Falling, falling, falling,
Bringing with it a gathering gloom
I’m looking up at the blood-red eyes
Of our homicidal, maddening moon
‘Twas enchantment that drove it to torment us so
And insanity lies behind that
No one is safe from the blood lusting gaze
Neither king nor the lowliest rat
There is nowhere left for us to go,
And there is nowhere left to hide,
For three whole days it has been coming
Its steady strength and hate abides
“Isn’t there anyone there to save us?
Keep us from our fiery demise!
Is there no one left to triumph
Or even anyone to try?”
The streets, they echo destruction
The walls scream out, hopeless
The few who've chosen to remain
Do so ‘cause they’ve got nothing left
I could cry for all the children
Who will never get the chance to live
Their innocence marred, their beauty shattered
I wish hope were mine to give!
And yet still it bears down,
With nary a sound
And kills off what reverie
I might have found
Now I see it spiraling madly
Towards the lush green earth
“Oh please! Someone save us!”
But they’re voices won't be heard
“Four Giants! Please have mercy!”
And then the panic ensues.
Don’t the poor souls realize?
There’s nothing we can do.
The Four Giants are not coming
The masked imp has finally won
There are no final chances
And tomorrow will never come.
I’m tucking my head betweens my legs
To wait for the end alone
It’s painful to listen to the Clock Tower
Ringing out the Carnival’s tome
Once a symbol of rejoining
It now seals our cruel, twisted fate
It seems to sing to the moon above
Seems to open a welcoming gate
And then the tower is silenced
As it crumbles beneath that great orb
The people screaming madly,
The Skullkid calling the moon forth
It’s falling, falling, falling
Bringing with it, impending doom
And I take a last look into the eyes
Of the murderous, monstrous moon
The town is collapsing around me
I can't run, can't scream can't breathe
There's nothing to do but stay still and wait
Wait for this chaos to hurry and kill me
It wasn't a shock when my skirt caught aflame
When the beam knocked me over the head
It wasn't a shock to find myself sobbing
To be wishing that I were just dead
The windows exploded, I lifted my eyes
My gaze was distorted with tears
When suddenly I heard something float by
That somehow assuaged all my fears
The notes were gentle and soothing
I could hear no other sound
I felt no pain, no fear, no worry
Just the new, fresh peace I'd found
He was standing on the tower,
As it crumbled 'round his head
He was playing some sort of instrument
It was a miracle that he wasn't dead
The Skullkid screamed and cursed and cried
He merely ignored him; played on
The clear, haunting notes that poured forth from the boy
Gave the world inexplicable calm...
A flash of light
Then a deafening sound
I realize with horror
That I'm falling now
Falling, falling falling
Away from the death and the doom
Up goes the horrible, hated rock
That we cursed and called our moon
The fire's not there any longer
The beams are all in their place
The tears and blood and dirt and ash
Are no longer on my face...
Something just happened, I'm sure of it
I just...can't remember what
It seems like something horrible...
Maybe I'm just going nuts...
What was that song...it was so nice
The loveliest I've ever heard
Like a cherub whistling clear and sweet
Or the gentle song of a bird
Maybe I just dreamt it all
Yes, just something in my head
The Carnival is three days away
And I'm lying here in bed!
I suppose I'll just glance out the window
What's the weather like in town?
Ah, but Grandma needs her breakfast
I'd best be on my way down
I really hate that horrible moon...
They say it's going to fall...
Should I believe it...is it true?
It could happen, after all.
Now I'm passing up the lobby
I'll just stop in at the front desk
"Would you look at that,
It seems as though we have ourselves a guest"
He's just a little boy, with a gentle little smile
His hair is gold,
His eyes are blue
He looks so meek and mild
What's that thing he has in his hand?
An instrument out of lore
It looks so familiar...I just had to know
If perhaps I'd seen it before?
He tucks it in his pocket
He's got a sad and knowing look
Gently, he lays his child-like hand
On the pages of the book
I realize that I'm staring
But there's something just so strange
About this green-clothed little boy
...I feel I know his name...
I searched his calm and patient eyes
But couldn't find a clue
As to why this little boy
Was giving me such Deja vu
He's watching the clock as it ticks by
And I'm studying his familar face
I'm sure I know, but there's no clues
My mind is drawing a blank
As to why I have this boy
So clearly in my mind?
I suppose I'm only imagining things...
And that I'm wasting the little child's time
"Ah well, it doesn't matter"
I thought in resignation
"Now, tell me little boy,
Do you have a reservation?"
"My name is Link" he said softly
There it is! I'm sure I know now!
Then that odd, washed out sort of feeling...
...Now what was I thinking about?
"Link" I repeated absently
He nodded, expression the same
Scanning the pages and smiling...
"My, what an interesting name..."
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