Inspiration can strike at any time... This is a very random poem. It's based on Ocarina, the start and end. Get what I'm going on about? It's based on a... slight plot change.
Like a lotta others, I'm sure(^^), I was very, VERY upset when at the end of Ocarina there was no wedding. I mean, Link had just saved the world! Surely he deserves to get the girl. I wondered why not... And after a while, I realised that it was either because Miyamoto's a bit of a stingy */^%*$, or because he loves tormenting his gamers - both sound pretty reasonable, right? And then I thought of something else... The result was this poem.
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Together once
Then torn apart
I was he
He was me
We were one
A forgotten year or so of joy
There was, perhaps
I do not remember it
I do not believe he does, either
For which I am glad. But
There must have been such a time
Discovering the world together
Playing in the sun-drenched fields
Laughing together
Oblivious of the future
Then came fire
Shadow, death
Screams,
Flames,
Darkness
He was lost
I was hidden.
Protected from the world of darkness
Both he and I
Parted by an endless distance
But time drew us back
Through strife and pain
Now he returns.
We find ourselves
Together again.
I glance at him
My gaze lingers
Sapphire eyes
Pensive face, so easily read,
Though he does not know it.
And hair
Golden hair
So like to mine...
Mine long, his cropped
Same shape, same hue
Both soft to the touch
O Goddesses, why must it be so?
I turn away.
Why must he be hurt again?
He has suffered much
I cannot do it.
The daughter of Hyrule
Cannot face her champion
Her redeemer
Her love
He gave all for me
His childhood love
His home
His life
And so, the truth I cannot speak.
His sorrow even so will be great
He will think it rejection
And I cannot tell him otherwise
Falsehoods will cheer him no more than silence
I cannot keep myself from looking up.
His eyes, they are hoping,
Asking,
Trusting, believing
I push him away
My own low again
I cannot face the hurt in his eyes
In his heart
He is wounded again
This traitor closer than he could ever have imagined
And this injury, far worse than any sustained before
As it is often when of the heart.
I take the instrument of our parting
Lift it to my lips
Its soft notes sing
Melancholy
In them I hear my own sorrow
In them I hear his pain
And his eyes
In them I see glistening our silver tears
For but a moment
Then,
He is gone.
Before me stands the small boy he once was
And me, I am but a child again.
Children devoid
Of that emotion that gripped with strength
Only moments before. I wish
It were so.
Yet it is not.
He does not remember
Thus is the magic of the ocarina
Yet still he bears a great sorrow
Undefinable
It runs in his veins
And will weigh heavy upon him in time
For now, he stands
Confused.
And I, I remember
All. The picture still in my mind
Of a princess and her knight
The final battle won
Yet bringing with it no joy
Only pain.
It is done. The child will grow; when he once more
Becomes more than that child,
I will hide. That day will be an unhappy one,
For now, I may watch from afar...
We are split again,
This time,
It will be forever.
I call to my guardian. Sent away with no word to clear
The tumble of confusion in his eyes
He looks back, then he is gone.
Pain shoots through me, and I fall. I do not doubt
That he feels it too.
Never to be numbed,
A pain, I fear, that will last
Forever.
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C'est fini. Make any sense? Rivoos appreciated. ^_^