Twas a demon, and his shining blade,
Did whistle and cut through the dark;
All dead were the townsfolk made,
Who dead to fight him last.

"Beware Sephiroth, Sora!,
The sword that maims, the fiery flash.
Beware the fast and shun,
His Sin Harverst bash!"

He took his keyblade, ready as could be,
Long time the ultimate foe he sought.
So rested he under Targains Tree,
And stood a while in thought.

And as in Kairi's though he stood,
Sephiroth, with magic flames,
Came flying through the jungle wood,
Very swiftly he came.

On, two! One, two! And through and through,
Sora's keyblade went swishle-crack.
He left himdead, and with his head,
He went triumphantly went back.

"And have you slain the Sephiroth?
Coem to my arms my brilliant boy!
Oh happy day! Yahoo! Wahay!"
He laughed in his joy.