Just a little ballad-like poem about Majora's Mask Link. The game has such a tragic, almost hopeless atmosphere, and I always pictured Link becoming very exhausted and jaded throughout the whole Termina experience. Besides the dark, terrible things he has to witness and the pain he has to go through, everyone forgets him and nearly everything he's accomplished is erased every three days. The apparent fruitlessness of such an existence would be enough to break most people. I can't imagine.
Unsung Hero
For so long, too long
You have lingered here
A thread on the frayed ends of a withered world
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Becoming unbecoming
In the eyes of men
While from the shadows you save their souls
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The unsung hero
Of a dystopia dear
Caught in an endless, sleepless swirl
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A wind-up soldier
Cloned and filed in rows
Fighting and taking each battle and toll
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Here today as a
"Savior," they exalt your name
But your face is forgotten when words leave lips
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For whom does the clock tick?
The hold of its hands
Crack your bones like a rat's, snapped shut in a trap
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The days and the hours
Rain on, unrelenting
A gale driving you to duty quite out of your grip
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Slipping from fingers
Slick with blood and sweat
Those you can't forget leave blisters on memory's map
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The masses cry mercy
From an unseen menace
An invisible war waging before their eyes
But who saves the hero,
The cold, sunken-eyed boy?
You drown in this land even as you make it rise.