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. This is the edited and slightly redone version that was not made at three in the morning. Disclaimer: 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. ~~~~~~~~~ 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 behind 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 think you stopped minding my presence when that fairy of yours left. 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. I don't mind, it makes me feel like I matter. 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, albeit darker and more shrewd and underhanded, wouldn't that mean you are one, too?

Sometimes people hear you talking to me, and I feel afraid for you. But you always said "Just talking to my shadow." Yes, I guess that's what I am. 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?

~~~~~~~~~ Ha! Much better! Yay for actual writing program!