A Wintry Night
The Hero of Time is a title regal indeed.
N'er has thine ancestors seen the likes.
Ye are truly a hero bold.
Yet troubled you seem on such wintry nights.
When the wind dost bite at thee,
Thy heart seems colder, still.
Why dost thou shiver so even near the fire?
Thou hast left thine heart elsewhere,
And cold are thee without it.
Thine heart lays in the hands of a maiden fair.
Her hair reminds thee of the warm sun.
Her eyes bring thee to the ocean.
Why dids't thou leave her?
N'er has there been such a ragged fool.
This fool who leaves his heart.
Nary a soul can live without.
And ye are no exception.
Before thine heart withers,
To her return and your heart retrieve.
Know this coldness no more.
Return to thine heart, return to thine home.
Thee both hast hearts, but not thine own.
I fear thee her heart holds.
She not may live anon without thee.
Return, ye fool, return.
Have thy princess in thine embrace.
N'er give her back her heart.
Hold it near so it's warmth she will feel.
And she thine will hold, forever.
N'er fight such a fate.
For such things shall be thine death.
Now return to thine lady
whom ye call 'Zelda.'
I was bored and had been reading up on Elizabethan English for 'Crimson Tears: Revised'. I think I also might have had too much caffeine. (starts to sing to tune of Camptown Ladies) Mountian Dew is good for you. do da, do da. Drink too much and you will spew, oh do da day.