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!