So, yeah, I just felt like doing this for some reason. I don't know. I just did. It's a random poem. And I just keep writing MidLink, don't I? What's wrong with me? That ending just makes me want to write, I guess. I probably wouldn't be so obsessed with TP if it had a happy ending. Anyway…R&R!

Mirror cracks, mirror shatters,

Tears fall, no longer whole,

Reflection breaks, no longer a pretty face,

Pick up the pieces,

Pick up the pieces.

Feels her being turn to dust,

Pick up the pieces, pick up the pieces

Of a shadow, his shadow, cannot stay in his warm light,

A horrible chasm separates the two halves of her heart,

Along with the worlds, light and shadow divided forevermore.

Spirit of a hero doesn't last,

Pick up the pieces, pick up the pieces

Of the spirit of the hero, lost and forgotten,

Now but a boy, courage lost,

Crumbles, holds the hand of the last person to hold on to,

Princess of light watches her hero fall to pieces,

Kneels down, picks up the pieces,

Pick up the pieces.

But what of the Twilight Princess,

Princess of the golden shadows,

With no hand to hold on to and tears in her eyes,

She picks up a picture and throws it against the wall,

Glass frame shatters, so many pieces.

Asks herself why, goes through the memories,

Things she wishes she never threw away,

Then looks at the picture amongst the glass

Of him, eyes sharp just like the jagged shards,

Broken shards, but sharp, persistent,

While somewhere far away the hero stands,

Stands to walk the broken road,

So too does she brave the sharpness of her broken heart,

And picks up the pieces,

Pick up the pieces, oh pick up the memories of happiness and joy,

Of triumph and endurance, so many pieces,

Pick up the pieces and never let them go.