The Last Breath of Gannon

by ClockworkLink

This is a poem that is still in progress. I am still editing it, but I had to write this thought down. Tell me what you think!

The earth shakes at the mighty roar of Gannon's cry,

The Master Sword, buried in his chest.

He changes his human form,

Into a monster of Destruction.

Link watches Gannon from a distance,

His bow of light at the ready.

A flash of light pierces the night sky,

And then sudden silence.

Gannon lays in a heap,

Another wound in his chest.

But this time,

He won't rise.