A/NWell.....it's another poem. It started out as a fic, but didn't flow, so it's now a poem....I have realized I kind of like writing poetry, the long sort that rambles darkly on without rhyming. That kind of poetry......
This one is about Link, wishing he was never one of the dying species, a hero.
This title? I don't know how I thought of it, so please don't ask.
Hero, A Dying Specie
By PikaCheeka
Hero...
The word echoes throughout the land
A word that brings hope and joy to the darkest soul....
I can hear the people cry out
But why, why must I be...the hero?
Why must I be the one?
The one who shall save the land?
The one who shall defeat the Evil that threatens to reign?
I do not want to be the hero
I want to be normal
Normal, a word that stings my eyes
Stings them with irony
I didn't want to be a hero!
Do the people really think?
Do they believe a hero loves being a hero?
Do they know the truth?
Do they know heroes are chosen from their birth?
And their life is no longer theirs?
If the ever had a life to begin with...
There is no choice
A hero does not choose his destiny
The destiny chooses him
I just want to be a Kokiri boy again...
Carefree
I once was carefree
I want to be small again
I want to be that little green-clad Kokiri boy
Longing for a fairy of his own
I have a fairy now
A heroes companion
I want to be able to know that somewhere out there is a hero
Fighting for the land
But I do not want to be the hero
I'd rather be safe...
But then who would be the hero?
The answer is obvious
No one
No one would be the hero
But...am I nobody's hero?
For I hate being a hero
Therefore, I am not a true hero
I do not want to be a hero!
But I can be nothing but the hero now
My destiny is pulling me down, grounding me
Keeping me from flying away, from being free
I am a hero
Heroes are trapped, bound to their fate
Why was it me?
Why am I the chosen one, the missing link?
I risk everything
And a life I do not have
Every second of mine is now devoted to killing
Why must a hero kill to be a hero?
Is evil really that evil?
It must be, for it turns the good to evil
And allows them to think they are good
To be able to turn even the good into a mindless murderer?
Perhaps evil has more intelligence than it is thought to have...
Maybe it deserves credit
And the hero deserves none
None
The evil relishes these words and forces them to echo deep in my mind
This sword by my side
This legendary sword that diminishes evil
It kills it, that is all it does
Murderer
I am a murderer, and yet a hero
I want to throw this sword
I want to see it vanish into the depths of the lake
I do not want to be that hero
But I know
I know I can never be normal again
Unless...unless I am to die
Hero
It is a dying specie
I am one of the few left
Hunted and endangered
Hated and feared by the evil
Chased by anger, fear, hate, and evil...evil
Evil, the enemy
The dark and twisted evil, stirring turmoil everywhere
Leaving a trail of obvious destruction, sadness, and pain
Is there no end?
To the work of a hero?
I wake up, gasping in fear
For everything is so livid, everything I have ever done
It seems I can enter the minds of my enemies
And feel their pain and hatred towards me
I cry, but there is nothing I can do
I try to tell myself that they are evil!
Evil!
But if they do not know they are evil,
If they think they are doing good
Are they really evil?
Is there even such a thing as evil?
For everyone and everything battles for its own side
Perhaps even Ganondorf believe he is doing good
And I am doing evil
And what if...what if he was right?
What if the hero were the evil one?
What if the universe was in reverse?
And we could never know...
Not unless the hero throws his sword down
And allows death to come upon him
And allows evil to reign
The so called evil
Only then would we see what is truly evil and what is truly good
We would know if the world needed heroes anymore
Of if heroes can grow extinct
Everywhere is blood, caused by me
Death and pain caused by me
Hero, a deadly specie
I see this land
I see the death, the pain, the despair
I see the light in one's eyes at the word hero
At the sight of a hero, they cry
This land crumbles, and only a hero can save it now
The lake is dry, the domain ice, the mountain fire
The town is dead, the ranch crumbled, the forest wilting
And the people are crying
This evil is growing
A wave of darkness and hatred
Being led by Him, the King of Evil
My enemy
And not my enemy
Perhaps my real enemy, my true enemy...
Is myself
Myself and my destiny
Perhaps the hero is the heroes enemy
What would happen to the land
If the hero turned evil?
Would the land be no more?
Would a new hero come?
Perhaps from the ashes of the first?
Like a phoenix?
For, I know
There is always only one hero
They are so rare
A dying specie
But why must I be?
Why must I be the Hero?