SURVIVAL
Out of food, nothing to eat.
Demons are out, your flesh they seek.
Out in the wilderness, the open terrain.
You're the main hero, Link is your name.
Now lying on the forest floor, coated in snow.
Know not where you are, nor where to go.
Hunted down by thieves, who left you in pain.
Left you for dead, out in the rain.
You figure your stranded there at least for the night.
Wishing for a warm fire to give heat and light.
You awake the next day, your hunger is growing.
Its still cold outside but at least it stopped snowing.
All supplies have been stolen, nothing to hoard.
Everything but the sacred master sword.
Take your sword and chop a tree down with not much ease.
Then eat as much apples as you please.
It could be poison, the risk is major.
You eat it anyway despite all the danger.
This painful act caused wounds to reopen, and continued to bleed.
Medical attention is desperately in-need.
Civilization is along way away, nowhere to be found.
After hours of traveling, your knees grew weak and you collapsed to the ground.
After falling in the snow you pull out your face.
Then continuing on your slow steady pace.
You wanted to get out of here, your so very lost.
Determined to make it out, but at what deadly cost?
You say you'll get out someway, somehow.
That time will come but it certainty isn't now.
You cant give up courage, your master once said.
For if you do, you'll surely wind up dead.
Through all the struggle and pain evermore.
You reach a small village, by a surrounding seashore.
You thought,"Surely the people here will help a hero who's ill."
Its just too bad the villagers are really the thieves who wanted you killed.
