The Seventh Sage



Some speak of imprisonment as if you're trapped away

Never to see the twilight, the breaking of new day

But I know better then them, I know your soul can be trapped to

When you must hide in terror, as your land is split in two

Helpless against the ravaging of winds beneath your feet

Deaf to all the pleas, as people scream and lost souls shriek

I want to run outside to where the sun breaks on the sand

Feel its rays upon me, flowing o'er my barren land

Trapped inside this costume, a mockery of cloth

Escaping only long enough to think a single thought

And then all I can reckon is that of baleful death

Of all I know is happening, as people gasp for their last breath

Do not get me started on all the longings in my gut

To reach out, pull away my mask, and break from my own rut

They suppose that I am destiny, but I know that I am not

For I can not control my fate, or take from him what's sought

All I seek is salvation, as I race covered in my shroud

To tell a hero riddles, to free a land that once stood proud

But why must I divulge my words in a weary, mysterious rhyme

When his task has lost already, seven years in the depths of time

Why can't I let on to him, who I am inside?

As in each passing day, a piece of Hyrule dies

Molested by the passing of my disappearing years

I'll make it quick, aspirant, yet it all falls on deaf ears

And those demons continue, to ride on success, unwanted, dreadful, intrusive

To make me spend my elapsing days, being cryptical, elusive

Cease this war and tyranny, let the fiery flames burn out

Let my silent, invisible tears, be heard as if a shout

Listen for once, ignorant souls, can they not see our plight?

And may it not be bloodshed, that ends this eternal strife

As I feel each lives thread being torn in half with evil's hand

I can't believe this emptiness was once picturesque and grand

It now seems so naive, so credulous, unknowing

Is any pureness left there? If it is, no spark is showing

Fragments of the departed life, of vibrant, bustling days

Now forgotten, gone forever, the wind covers bygone ways

But we are now equal, in our enmity, our hate

Never before did I feel this, but I detest my land, my fate

This emotion is so new, and I revel in its soothing embrace

And when I look upon that man, I'll look past his unchaste face

Straight into his body, to see if he holds a soul

And though I know he hasn't, death shall pay its steady toll

If the taking of the innocent could be halted in its path

Those parasites of evil, would feel my straggling wrath

Some day I'll break away from here, to feel the waning dusk

But until that day I'll stay here, in the concept that I must

Only force shall pry me from the place where I'm ensnared

And only one may prove to me, that all the while someone cared

Enough to save my country

Enough to finally see

Enough to follow destiny

Enough to set me free



I haven't read any poems on Zelda's feelings during that seven year period, when she had to stay hidden from the world. Please let me know what you think.