Taibhse Banphrionsa
{Author's Note: I had to do at least one poem in honor of Spirit Tracks, I really had to. It's a great game, both for casual gamers and for long-time Zelda fans. And what better poem type than an Aisling, which practically requires a disembodied female spirit? Good luck pronouncing the name: it means "Phantom Princess".}
Deep in the night, I hear her lament,
As she floats over the quelled engine room,
"Mother, how could I have failed you?
Why did it come to this?
How is it that I couldn't see the signs?"
It pains me to hear my princess suffer so.
By day we fight, she and I,
To undo the wrongs done by her Chancellor.
Her strength never wains,
Her heart never falters,
Just as Hyrule itself never fades.
But at night, she lets her pain flow to the realm of the dead.
"The Shackles the ancient spirits built,
My inaction allowed them to fade.
The sacred power of wisdom we share,
Could it have skipped a generation?"
Gingerly I climb my train,
To give comfort to my ghostly friend.
I need not say a word to her,
My eyes convey the peace of mind she needs,
"It's not over yet." she smiles,
"No, we'll put this right,
Malladus won't take this land,
Link and I will make you proud."
Content to my work, I climb back down,
To gain some well-earned rest,
I draw the blankets, my eyes flutter shut,
Zelda floats beside me; I swear she kissed my cheek,
"Good night, young hero." She sighs.
That night I dreamed of Hyrule castle, all aglow with its Princess, alive.