Summary: Just a short poem I wrote really late at night and probably should've been in bed when I did. Set sometime after OoT in the adult time-line.

Discliamer: Zelda=Not mine. If it was mine, we would have a remake of OoT with Twilight Princess graphics and that Water Temple in said game would not have been such a nightmare.

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Following you, forever bound. Am I truly less for something I cannot help?
Shadows fall across me the same way they do one you. Except you are not cursed to forever wander in another's shadow.

Always beind you, never in front. I've been like this for all of my life. At first it frightened you, always me being there, behind you. But you grew out of that.

I watched you grow, yet no one watched me. Though, now you talk to me. I like to hear that. You talk of everything and nothing, pausing as if expecting me to respond. You just shake your head when I do not, making a response for me.

You cast a large shadow for such a skinny boy, you know? It always falls over me. Monster, they call me. But if I am simply your shadow, an exact copy, albet darker and more shrewd and underhanded, wouldn't that mean you are one, too?

Yet, as I follow you in your shadow, I glance at my own and I can't help but wonder...

Does my shadow fall over someone else, too?

Sorry for crappy layout. I only have Notepad atm. Though, don't let that stop you from reviewing, please!