A/N: Curse you, Dark Link, for being such good poetry material! …Can I ever make a poem on this site that's not about you?

Disclaimer: The police are not after me for claiming to own Zelda. Trust me…

xXx

Wonder

Dead tree,

Such a mystery,

And it blanketed you with dread,

When he came and gestured,

To the decaying, mildewed bark,

Saying, with you tucked under his other arm,

"This is your new home, Dark."

You were only eleven then,

Too young to understand,

What it meant for you, and for the land.

Now you know,

That's the blow,

What is left to do?

Sit and wait it through?

You've lost track of time,

How long's it been?

Seven days, seven months, seven years?

So confusing.

You curl up, trembling in fear,

What are you supposed to do here?

You're scared,

Angry at the world,

And a sob escapes you,

The tears freezing halfway down your face,

So cold.

Your head falls between your knees,

And you take a few shuddering breaths,

Crying out his name,

And wondering why he left.

xXx

A/N: Kind short, I guess; I just wanted to post something. Ah, Dark Link…you're such a good little puppet.

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