Dying Embers
Disclaimer: I don't own Zelda.
Is it really worth it,
When no one remembers
All I can see
Are dying embers
Of what my life used to be.
Once, a battle was waged,
I raised a sword for all,
I was enraged
At the futility of the final fall.
No one remembers but me,
A select chosen few remain,
Dying embers of the fire in me
Are all I retain.
No one remembers,
It never happened.
All that is left of my soul is embers,
The flame has long died.
So what shall I do now?
Is it worth going on?
If these embers die out somehow,
Would anyone know I'm gone?
The embers of the flame of my heart,
That is all that is left now,
Everything I have done is gone, torn apart,
I am a mere child now.
Forever forgotten.
My first attempt at poetry. This is supposed to be my idea of what Link was feeling after Zelda sent him back. Please, let me know how I did!
Disclaimer: I don't own Zelda.
Is it really worth it,
When no one remembers
All I can see
Are dying embers
Of what my life used to be.
Once, a battle was waged,
I raised a sword for all,
I was enraged
At the futility of the final fall.
No one remembers but me,
A select chosen few remain,
Dying embers of the fire in me
Are all I retain.
No one remembers,
It never happened.
All that is left of my soul is embers,
The flame has long died.
So what shall I do now?
Is it worth going on?
If these embers die out somehow,
Would anyone know I'm gone?
The embers of the flame of my heart,
That is all that is left now,
Everything I have done is gone, torn apart,
I am a mere child now.
Forever forgotten.
My first attempt at poetry. This is supposed to be my idea of what Link was feeling after Zelda sent him back. Please, let me know how I did!
