A POEM FOR VAATI..that's what happens when I'm in a rhyming mood…
Think him small do you? I think he can tell, that the true way to power is by magic and spell.
The princess is lovely, the princess is still, the princess is a statue on top of his hill.
Long flowing hair and dark piercing eyes, Vaati strikes at your soul, Vaati strikes from inside.
His laughter is lovely and so is his will and though dark designs does his power now fill.
Ghirahim falls by one and Ganon by two, yet for our dear Vaati this surely won't do.
A sword easily broken will surely bide time to seek out the glowing power while the young hero hides.
When sealed blade is broken and when it tilts to the side, will the Wind Mage return to make Zelda his bride.
Four against one? That's pathetic in fact, but try it anyways for the Wind Mage is back.