Cross the Bridge

She is consumed from the fires of her afflictions Riddling her mind with chaotic tunes and depictions. Following the signs to new inscriptions She ventures through this valley gorge Coming to the river Styx with no fiord While swimming in these waters; only strength restored. She cries out, "Ganga your rapids, too great, why must you imprison me? Is there a way to to cross and eat from the Manna Tree? Is there a way to sing again and fulfill my destiny?" Upon no answer, her only hope, to await the 7th Trumpet to sound When all the earth will feel the pulse of the ground. And in time the music will shake these rocks from yonder mountain ridge Fall into these stolen waters and build her a bridge. Forget the Jolly Roger of her past Into the eternal flame she will cast. Never to sail that ship again Repent for those days of habitual sin. While resting in the shade of the Manna Tree She shall learn the wisdom of the Final Fantasy.