From Final Fantasy

(Guess I had a lot of fantasy poems in the ‘T’ section.)

They live in fear
In the jungles of Serdune
Thriving on the floor
Among the moldy leaves
Always with their tall eye
Scanning the limbs above

Thousands thrive
United for survival
Against the one they hate
The ones who fed on hundreds
Snatching from above
Known only as the Kur

Years had passed
Since the Kur attacked
Pushed from the trees
By an amazing hunger
Feasting on friends
And family

The Phiocrytes remember
Sounds of laughter
Among the cracking bones
The celebration of the Kur
Over the strewn remains
Insulting the fallen prey

The Kur became their monsters
Full of hate and bile
Beasts reveling in pain
Unable to be civil
A grotesque apparition
Evolving to a demon

One day their time had come
As a crashing struck their nerves
They saw the bulbous form
Shattering branches
As it tumbled to the ground
Landing in a heap

They knew it was a Kur
Phantom of their dreams
Etched into their mind
Forcing hate to boil
Blind to the whimpering
Of their badly injured foe