So I just finished BoO and, as Leo put it, it broke my feels. So to mend them, (or break them further... I'm not sure which yet.) I wrote this poem. You see, thwar books mean a lot to me, they were my last "I wish this was real" kind of story. And now it's over and I don't know what to do. I hope those that read this enjoy it, and maybe you'll drop a review? I'd really appreciate it. And hey, if you like this enough, go check out my other poems! :)
anyway, read on!
It's hard to believe,
This story is done,
The quest has been finished,
The battles are won.
So let us go back,
Down memory lane,
When all of this started,
(And we were still sane.)
A twelve year old boy,
A Minotaur horn,
Yes that was the moment,
Our hero was born.
A quest to return,
The bolt to the sky,
To find a lost mother,
(And try to not die.)
The story is done,
His tale has been told,
He's fought all the monsters,
And now he'll grow old.
But let's not forget,
Let's not forget when,
He was simply a boy,
With green eyes and a pen.
...
And there you have it.