Spirits in the Shadow Temple
Don't you hear them?
They whisper of you and of me.
They speak lies of how you will die,
drenched in blood and rank of fear.
It's the spirits of the sheikah,
with their all knowing eye.
They say some sheikah can even see the truth in one's soul,
so what they say can't be a lie… could it?
They cackle and I cringe.
But you keep pushing through the horrors of the temple,
all of them trying to corrupt you, to weaken you… to kill you.
They speak to me again,
saying how I will watch as you die and not be able to do anything,
how I will cry and mourn and wish for death,
how they won't kill me but will let me wander in this hell wallowing in my grief.
But they forgot something,
you are not a little boy anymore, you're not scared of the dark and you're a hero.
And as you shove your blade through their once proud but now demented god's eye,
I hear the corrupted spirits whisper again, but this time it is of their fear.
This time I am the one that laughs, and they are the ones to cringe.