Here is a poem about Midna, and her feelings about the adventure. It is written in rough Iambic tetrameter. I know that it is not perfect, so any feedback on ways to improve it would be nice. All in all, though, I do feel this is one of my better poems.
Enjoy!
Why I Did It
I am of shadow—cool, pale, Light.
I am freedom from total night.
Allure of ancient, mystic might,
Yet, unprepared I was to fight.
He, Dark and mad and strong, so came,
But had I need for all the blame?
Cast down, dethroned, exiled from same,
How he, so quick, my heart did maim!
Alone, afraid I found you, Beast,
And thought I then my pain would cease.
Abuse and use, control the Beast,
Adventure, though, proved him not least.
Defiant, facing self-made king,
We battled 'til the sages sing.
Shining metal sweetly ring!
Oh bells of restoration ding!
I came I then to sorrow strong.
And careful, lifting coal with tong,
I made to comprehend the song.
'Twas Princess now. So what was wrong?
The radiant sun moved my heart,
Not searing, fatal, blinding stark.
I thought the World of Light not tart,
And realized neither world could part.
The mirror, if remained that way,
It surely would call me one day.
But duty gives me naught a say.
Shades cannot traverse how they may.
I broke the mirror. Treason? No!
My reason was I shouldn't go,
And give my heart to boy I know.
A tear. A word. You've light to sow.
Do understand, I love the World of Light. But bound I am. I am Twilight.