Of Persona I pen poems two

I've been really enjoying the games Persona 3 and 4. In their honor, I've written a poem for each, both about actual sessions of sitting down and fighting through the dungeons. The meter is alliterative, specifically the sort found in Germanic verse—a fitting form for the fierce heroism / of the ones who wield the Wild Card.

A warning, my Persona 4 poem contains a significant spoiler! So if you might ever play it at all—which I wouldn't have thought I would—do scroll gingerly.


For Persona 3:

The quiet one his quest pursues.
He shall with shotgun the Shadows destroy,
floors advance, friendship strengthen,
the twisting tower testing his skill.
Ready for battle, the wrestler joins him,
and willful child, and wind-hearted lover,
to train their souls. O serpent, lend
Yerkes the strength to the youth command!
His path is obstructed by an impassable foe,
three resilient tanks that Zio can't harm,
guarding the way, gathered to halt
his courageous journey. But rises he calmly,
instills with magic a Stagnant Air,
and induces Panic in the dreaded enemy.
With friends in flesh and figures from myth,
the quiet one's wisdom wins his victory.

For Persona 4 (spoilers!):

Down ruined highways, Hammer chases
the young detective, taker of lives,
to deliver justice. Lurk on road
monsters, Minotaurs, and maddened tanks,
but sharp are the claws of his Shadow friend;
great are the gusts of Garudyne-bro;
whom has been harmed the healer nurtures.
A giant hinders the hero’s mission,
stirs storms with destructive force
with every swing of his edge. To survive,
all maintain order in combat,
assume their places in a single strategy.
As the gold-demon hearkens to Hammer’s pleas
to strike the foe, the friends conspire
to soften the blows and bolster defenses.
The giant toppled, they, rejoicing, find
cornered on coast the killer waiting.