a/n: just posting this to keep track of it. what with a new computer, i need to be able to access my files at random times, so until my website is up and fully running, these will stay here.

-chica / amelia





"Boy, why are you crying?"
Asks the princess
Who is lying,
For she knows just why
The young man cries
And everything
Will not be fine.
Locked in shard
Of a past forgotten,
Everything now
Is turning rotten,
Trying to bleed,
Trying to feed
The raw emotion
With Blue potion,
Yet every day
In every way
The boy will cry,
And she'll ask why,
It's what they do,
Through and through
It's who they are,
Near and far
Inside their minds
Is where you'll find
The secrets vast
Of old times past
Inside their minds,
Inside their minds.
A slave to our
Fingers,
It's what lingers
On and on
Inside the dawn
Of the tomorrow
That won't follow
Close behind the rest,
For everything's a mess
Inside their lives.
What thrives?
What breathes?
Why are they thieves?
Questions many
Have not answers any
Inside the things
We cannot know
In the places
We can't go
Inside, inside, inside.
Ramblings of a once-great
Hero, filled with hate
And cursing fate
He's done it before,
He knows the score
To his game of life
To his frequent strife
It's so easy to see
That he'll never be free
They're all locked away
In every way
It's what they do
It's who they are
And wishing on stars
Won't break the bars
That keep them in
And let us win
Inside, inside, inside.

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I'm not
I'm not
I'm not that
I am not that
I'm not
I'm not
I'm not
Leave me alone,
Just leave me alone,
Please leave me alone,
Just leave me alone,
Leave me alone.
I'm not
I'm not
I'm not that
I am not that
I'm not
I'm not
I'm not


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Colors,
Can you see them now?
Drinking in the winter's how
Garbled in the minds of many
Taken by none and eaten by any?
Faded,
Is the dress she wears
Left inside the broken chairs
Can you hear the can scream, tell?
Almost is the lantern fell
Colors faded
Life is jaded,
Colors, faded, colors

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If the moon asked
You why,
What would you say?
Would you sigh?
Would you cry?
If the sky asked you
To wish on star,
Near and far,
Bring your car
And we'll go


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I keep writing
This babble
Of words.
I think they call it
Poetry...

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The man,
He is wearing blue.
Conversing with the woman,
She is wearing black.
He is sipping something,
A Pepsi,
I think,
And the woman,
She is looking in a mirror,
I think.
I can't really tell,
But I think
That they're arguing,
Perhaps about
A little boy.
Yes, the little boy,
He's crying.
They're all sad.
The boy,
He is wearing a red sweater.
I'm thinking
That it's summer,
Too hot for sweaters,
But the boy is shivering,
Like it is cold.
I wish I could do something,
Perhaps give them money,
They seem poor.
And the boy's sweater,
It's dirty,
It's old,
Soiled.
And the Pepsi--
It's just a cup
Filled with water.
I think that
They are happy, though.
Just to be
Together...


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Would you like
To be a nothing?
Together,
We could be a something
Dancing of our someone dance,
Singing in our no one trance.
Would you like
To be a nothing?
Together,
We could be a something
Pretend to be an anything
Perhaps an anyone,
But we don't want to be a none.
Someone is what we could be,
Everyone--that spot is free.
Would you like
To be a nothing?
There's always something
We could be


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A chance
Is snatched away
Romance
Has left the day
Broken is
This thing
A token
Are these wings
Luck
Is everywhere,
Eh...I'll stop,
You just don't care.

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Parallel dreams
Are inhaled by the sky
They don't ask how,
They don't ask why
Parallel dreams,
They're just happy to be
Better than free
They are
Parallel dreams


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Darkness
Coats the hallways,
Outspoken of the night
When light has left the building,
Arises now the

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Calling in the Winter's name
Wanting nothing more than fame,
It shall be true of the Dame,
All she wants is fame
Princess of the fair-like ladies,
Playing with the flower daisies,
Wanting not to go Hades,
All she wants is fame.
Drinking in the summer's heat,
Heeding not the calling beat,
Upon, she dances with her feet,
All she wants is fame.
Writing coming from the dark,
Hear not she does is true the lark,
In the fire, it does spark,
All she wants is fame.
Springtime showers prance along,
Joining in the brilliant throng,
It is what she's all along,
All she wants is fame.
Cadences beneath the sky,
Asking of herself just why,
In the shadows, she will cry, for
All she wants is fame.
Autumn leaves abundant, many,
Crying for just one, for any,
Places now she does her penny,
All she wants is fame.
Torrents, tears, they fall beside me,
Yet they do not, can't, abide me,
For all they do is run inside me,
All I want is fame.

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Empty
Was the shattered token,
Like the same,
The words not spoken
Screams not heard
Throughout the night,
Darkness lost
Inside the light,
Blinding dullness
Casts a spell,
Silent voices
Dream to tell,
Of the middle
Lost its end
The hole
Itself did not he mend,
Rounded by the
Square's true hole,
Visible sight
Was now the mole,
Awakening dreams,
Sleeping in life,
Problems solved
Inside of strife,
The wrongs
Of wrongs that equal rights
And everything
Was
Empty


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Type
I must type
I must type
Why must I type?
I must type
Type
Why, oh, why?
Why does it feel good?
Type
I must type
Why?
Why?
Why?
Type
I type
I don't think
I type
Why?
Why do I type?
Must it feel good?
Why?
Type
I don't think
I just type
Why?
Why, oh, why?
It feels good
Should it?
Type
I just type
I keep typing
I write
I keep writing
Type
Why?
Does it feel good?
I knew of course that it would
Type
Why?
Why?
Why must I type?
It feels good
I must type
But why?
Type
I will type
I type
The tense
It changes
Why?
Why must I type?
Type like this?
The words
Why?
Why are the words?
Not how
Not when
But why?
Why do I type?
It feels good
Type
I always will
Type
Maybe I won't
Punctuation
What is that?
Why?
Why are there rules?
Type
I must type
I keep typing
But why?
Why?
I must type
It feels good
So I type
But what if?
What if I
STOP!

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Wow
Backwards
Forwards
It is the same
What's that word again?
Palindrome, I think.
I don't think, I know.
Palindrome, I think.
What's that word again?
Forwards
Backwards
woW

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Word.
That's it.
That thing above.
It's a word.
One word.
That's it.
That thing above.
It's two words.
And that thing right there.
Above.
That would be three.
Over there?
Four.
But this, yes, this sentence here.
That's six.
Back to two.
Now three.
Two.
Stop.
One.


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Try.
(Try to do what?)
Try to stop me.
(From doing what?)
See.
(See what?)
See if I care.
(About what?)
But you...
(Who, me?)
You don't care.
(Care about what?)
Try.
(Try to do what?)
Try to stop me.
(From doing what?)
This.
(What?)
BANG!


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Welcome now
To the other side,
But hold on tight,
It's a wild ride.
Here you see
Your favored friends,
And they are dragging
On the ends
The ends of what?
The ends of who?
It's just that you go
Through and through
Trying to understand
The other side,
Their other side,
It's quite a ride,
So hold on tight.
Welcome now
Into their side,
But can you handle
This hard ride?
Can you understand
Their thoughts?
What they dream
And what
They've sought?
Bend,
Just bend,
Try and mend
And see what's inside
Their broken hearts,
Or if you'll even start
To come on in
To the other side,
But hold on tight,
It's a wild ride
With twists through the consciences
Of remnants of life
Of strife
Of pain
Of strain.
Can you?
Can you handle it?
I don't think you can understand it.
You?
Who are you?
You are lost
In the other side,
But hold on tight
To this wild ride.
Twisting,
Turning,
Are you even learning
Anything here?
What about fear?
Is it here?
Is it near?
But now,
You've crossed the line
In between minds
And we welcome you now
To the other side,
But hold on tight,
It's a wild ride.
Stranded.
Are you stranded?
Were you branded
With a name?
With a certain fame?
Are you lost?
It's too bad
That you've crossed
This line,
Between minds,
It's too bad.
Are you sad?
Are you mad?
You're not glad,
That's for sure.
Hurrying?
Why are you hurrying?
Are you afraid?
Afraid of this?
Of the other side?
But...
I thought you
Wanted to come here.
I thought you...
Wanted to be here.
But now...
You're on the other side,
But I guess it's something
You can't abide...
Believe me,
There's no where to hide...
For now,
You're on the
Other side.

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I pour...
I pour myself
Into this
Into these
Into all of these things
Pouring a little of
Me
Into this
Into these
Into all of these things
Goes my heart,
Goes my self,
But where am I at?
Where is the me
That went into this?
Into all of these things?
Where is the me?
I pour
I pour me
Into this glass,
This glass of words
In which I pour
Me
I pour it all,
I pour my dream,
Into this glass of words.

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It is everything.
It is everything in these pages
In the pages of restlessness
It is everything.
Does everything feel?
Can nothing just deal?
It is everything,
Inside this,
Inside just this,
Everything sits
And falls into bits
On the ground,
It is everything,
Trying to dream,
But when you have
Everything
What can you dream of?

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I could write
I could dream
I could plot
I could scheme
I could think
I could search
I could touch
The white birch
In my yard,
Or my mind,
I could find
Just about anything.
Just about everything.
I could
I could...
What could I do?
What can I do?
Can I even help you?
I could look
I could try
I could feel
I could cry.
Would it matter
If I let it shatter?
It could,
It would,
It should,
But will it?
I could...
I could lie
I could type
I could think
I could write
I could...
Couldn't I?


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What it all boils down to,
What the foil unwraps to
Is just daring to feel
Will seal
The stubbornness deal
Or perhaps
What it all boils down to
Is that maybe
Just maybe
We aren't meant
To know all the answers
To think all the thoughts
To question so much
Just perhaps,
And maybe
What it all boils down to
Is that we,
Are just
Thinking
Too hard

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You
....
Me
....
Would that mean
....
Us?
....
No
....
Maybe
....
'Us'
....
Is
....
Something else
....
Not like this
....
No
....
More like
....
Something
....
That hasn't
....
Ever
....
Been seen
....
You know
....
What
....
I mean?
....
Maybe
....
'Us'
....
Is still
....
Back
....
Way behind
....
Where I
....
Left
....
You...


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There were days...
When it was safe
To walk across that street at night;
Alone,
When it was fine
To stay at
Home
With an unlocked
Door
While you were at a
Store.
When the youngs ones would
Play
Games and things every
Day
But now those days
Have fled
Away
And we all wish
That they had
Stayed..

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This.
This, this thing right here.
It is going.
It is going no where.
Is that?
Is that really far?
To me?
For I have slaved--
No,
That would be a lie.
I just type
And there it goes.
On the page
I see it flow.
So it's not slaving.
I take that back.
But here I am.
I am lost.
In myself?
Yes.
That is where
I am lost.
My thoughts...
Are they my own?
No
But
Yes
Of course they are.
Repitition.
Is that who I am?
No.
It is not.
Am I?
Am I original?
Yes.
In a way
I am myself,
But also
A mess
Of everyone else
I have met.
Does that make
Me bad?
That I have
Copied others?
I've only taken
A little bit.
And it makes up
Who I am.
And this.
This thing, right here.
Where is it going?
I don't know.
Maybe it's time to just--

The End.

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And they're wondering

Why and just how to be free,

Pondering,

Looking,

For freedom.

Yet they can't see

And they can't feel,

Don't know the world

And they can't deal.

64 bits of magic,

How it all seems so tragic,

But when will see

That they're not meant to be free,

And they're just in a game,

Not quite there

Cursing fame.

The authors see

Beyond their eyes,

The eyes that blink,

So controlled;

A machine becomes real,

It's so real,

They can feel

That they're real,

Can you feel?

We try,

Oh we try

To capture their minds,

Find out what they want,

What they need,

How it works.

And we try,

Oh we try

To break free from

The barriers of

Their polygon forms,

Oh we try.

All in vain, though,

It's just all in vain.

Others laugh

While we write past,

And they can't see

That we will last,

And it will last,

It won't go fast,

So many years,

So many fears.

So many tears

That Zelda's cried,

So many times

That Ganon's lied.

Link's fought all the fights,

Navi's brought all the lights,

Saria's still crying,

Rauru feels it's almost dying,

Yet we will write,

And

Oh, we try,

We try so hard

To make it right

To make it perfect

To make it as it should.

It echoes,

Just a game,

Just a game,

Listening to the wind

That tells us what to do,

Which path to choose

The Master Sword is on the loose

Striking us down,

But we'll never frown,

Since we try,

Gods, we try

To just write.

It's lost,

Isn't it?

Isn't it lost?

We're lost in a land

That can't think

And can't feel,

Lost.

Shrouded in mystery,

Thinking we can make it,

Not gonna break it,

Just give us a chance,

We'll write that romance,

But we're lost,

Oh, we're lost.

Shouldn't be here

Shouldn't be there

But where do we

really belong?

Lost in the music

And voice;

So sing-song

And quiet,

So soothing,

It's Ingo abusing

The farm girl;

She's crying,

And Ganon,

He's lying;

Where is Link?

Does Zelda think?

And Ruto's in love,

While Rauru flies like a dove,

They're just lost,

Just like us,

Since they try,

Oh they try,

Just like us.

Just to live in the game

Wanting much more than fame,

They want what we want

But they want a way out

And we want a way in,

Nayru knows we'll never win,

We'll never lose,

Just in the middle

Whilst on the end,

Stuck in the center

Trying to bend

With the flow of the stream,

Zora's river,

Calming ripples,

Can you see them?

We can see them,

We can look beyond

And see them,

But the people struggle,

Stalk and struggle

Trying to understand,

Raising their hands,

The noise is grand,

Way too many demands

For us

Of us

To us,

It's us that needs to be found,

But we're lost,

Can't you tell that

We're lost;

Can't be found?

The answer's in the ground,

Written in stone,

For you'll be all alone

When you die,

When you cry,

Oh, we try.

Can you try?

Yes, we can try,

Don't you know

That we try?

And they try

To teach us

While we're making the fuss,

Oh, we try.

Zelda's dreaming prophecies,

We try so hard to let them free,

Let her go,

Watch it flow,

It's the river with ripples,

Remember?

Of course we remember

It's for our own splendor,

And the Gods of Hyrule

Know we try.

That we try with hands

Willing to type,

So willing to write,

They know that we try,

And that some of us cry

When we see poor Link die--

Just a game,

We repeat it;

Just a game;

There it goes,

Watch your toes,

Move aside,

And come on, take a ride

To a place we all know,

We've been dying to go,

It seems we're too late

No use stopping fate

Since we're late

For the date

That we had,

It's now lost.

Like everything else,

It seems lost,

It seems lost.

The rain is falling,

But, no, it's not.

It feels so cold,

It's hot,

It's hot,

And who knows what we sought?

There is no price,

Talent can't be bought.

Truth lingers in your eyes,

Wrapped around your finger,

Watch it linger,

Watch it linger,

You have the truth,

You've got it now,

You don't care how.

Reality pours into fantasy,

Mixing and turning,

You know it's not real

Yet you know that it's there,

Waiting for you

To come see

And to touch

And to taste,

Yes,

It's there

But not fair.

We can't make it

It's not fair just to take it.

They're making us suffer

But God,

It feels good,

It feels good,

Doesn't it?

Because we try,

Yes, we try,

And everyone knows

Since there's proof and it shows

That we're not really crazy,

We're authors,

Some lazy,

But it's not getting hazy,

And we're not being lazy.

Din knows we're crazy--

We're not.

We just try,

Sometimes too hard,

Too hard for ourselves

To make the book

Fit the shelves

And just write

And just try

To cry

And to die

Like they do,

You know?

Yes you do,

And it shows,

Oh, it shows

Since you try,

And we cry,

And they die,

We all know it's there,

It's you,

Everywhere,

Wanting to touch it

To hold it,

To see it,

It's real,

Can't you see?

The Triforce won't be free

It never will be,

It's truth,

Can't you see?

It repeats,

It repeats,

So loud,

It repeats,

Just getting a point across

Instead of getting it lost

In a near by chasm

Over by Gerudo Valley

Where everything

Falls down into nothing,

Just like us.

Ironies thrive

And make us try,

Make us try even harder

To achieve new things

At the point of breaking.

Oh, the mistakes we're making

By faking

Through this life.

If only we could try,

Try and see through their eye,

And the voice cries out

That we do,

Yes, we do.

We're trying,

Not lying,

We're trying,

Not dying,

We're crying

To try,

To just see even more

Than there possibly is,

Than there ever will be,

How much more can I say

That we're trying?



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"Don't you know who I am?"
Zelda yells to the world,
She's getting louder,
Getting stronger,
Getting weaker all the same.
How could we?
How could we not?
How could we not know who she is?
But she's crying,
We're lying
And likewise they're dying.
She's hidden away,
Won't stay the day,
Since she's hidden away.
What do we know?
What can we know?
She's the princess,
Destiny,
Dreams,
Prophecies,
What more is there?
What more is there to know?

"Don't you know who I am?"
Link asks the whole land.
Yes,
Yes, we do,
We know you are,
The hero,
Our star,
Anytime,
Near or far,
You're our star.
A hero,
It's muttered
That word we just uttered,
A hero,
He cringes,
He slides away,
Goes away.
How can we not know?
What about the scars?
Yes, you wish on the stars
For it all to be the end,
But can't you see it bend?
It's so easy,
It shows,
He's a hero,
No zero,
Our hero.

"Don't you know who I am?"
Saria's crying,
But that's not news,
Is it?
And how would we know?
Does it show?
Does it show
Where we go,
What we know,
What we do,
Give us a clue,
Does it show?
Where is Link?
Has he stopped to take a drink
From the pool of youth,
Eternal youth
And luck?
Trapped in old friendship,
She writhes,
Oh, she turns,
Crying with heart ache,
She burns,
Oh, she burns.
We don't know,
We don't know
And it shows.

"Don't you know who I am?"
Asked the faired skinned
Farm girl.
She screams,
You can hear it,
Can you bear
To even hear it?
It's loud,
It's so cold,
So helpless,
Can you hear it?
She needs the help;
Our help,
Hear the yelps
The yells of pain,
Nothing to gain
And for her it's a strain
Just to live,
Just to cry.

"Don't you know who I am?"
It echoes,
It bounces,
It ceases.
The old and grayed soul
Doesn't know where to go.
Rauru sits
And he waits,
Destiny,
Fates,
All important dates
That can't be forgotten
For he's going rotten,
Getting old,
Not so bold,
He's forgotten.
But he yearns
To get out,
And to shout,
To be young,
But he can't,
Don't you see
He's forgotten?

"Don't you know who I am?"
She screams to the sand.
It's Nabooru,
She's lost,
Confused,
But nothing new.
It's Nabooru,
The thief,
The woman,
The girl lost inside
Trying to hide
From the problems.
Can't you see
That's she's sad?
That's she's
Going so mad?
Don't you see
That she's not free,
Yet she's begging to be,
To know who she is,
To do as she pleases,
But she's not free,
So not free.

"Don't you know who I am?"
The desert man calls,
It's all misunderstood,
We'd believe if we could,
Yet we can't.
He's just evil,
So evil,
But he wants not to be,
Can't you see?
Don't you know
Who he is?
There's so much
That's missing,
That's gone from the life,
All the gold,
All the wives,
Where's it at?
Where's it at?
"In the past."
Says the man.

"Don't you know who I am?"
Ruto wails to the water,
It's her,
Their dear daughter,
She's confused,
She's in love
But not sent
From above.
She's a fool,
Isn't it clear?
She has so many fears,
She's a fool.
Wanting to lead,
To take hold of herself,
She's a mess,
Such a mess,
Just take a look,
No studies
No books
Are needed to see
That she needs to be free
And to lead.

"Don't you know who I am?"
Impa's distressed,
What a mess,
Swords clanging,
Clashing,
There's lightening that's flashing
Reminding her she's alone,
So alone.
How it feels,
How she deals,
Oh the tears,
How it feels
To be so alone,
Just to be so alone.
The last of a race
Disrespected;
Her face,
She's alone.

"Don't you know who I am?"
Darunia's clearly
Not living up the
Potential he wants,
The one which it haunts,
Yes, watch it tease,
Oh, it taunts.
Such an idiot,
He feels like a fool,
Just a strong thing,
A tool,
He can't see,
Just won't be
Anything more
Than he hasn't been yet,
Can't you see?
Can't you see?
He won't cry,
He's too strong
He's been strong
All along,
It's clear
He has nothing to fear...

"Don't you know who I am?''
Says the kokiri boy,
As he plays with a toy,
Throws it down,
Hard,
On the ground.
"Don't you know?"
He's getting mad,
He's rather sad,
It's visible
He has been had,
So jealous,
Of Link
And their games,
Of their fame,
Of it all,
Just jealous.
With the looks of a bully,
He's so soft underneath,
The sword under the sheath,
He's just jealous,
Of everything;
Jealous.

"Don't you know who I am?"
The faerie cries out to the land,
But they don't hear,
And never,
Don't wanna,
Ain't gonna.
She was his friend,
Till the end,
Such a friend,
But it's gone,
She's alone,
At the end.
She remembers the playing,
And not the slaying,
But the games,
Not the fame,
And where has it left?
Down the drain,
Perhaps theft,
It's gone,
Friendships left her,
She's afraid.

"Don't you know who I am"
He yells out,
Takes a stand,
But he can't,
Oh, the roots,
They're stuck in,
Never loose.
How does it feel?
How does it feel
To be able to deal
And to live with their lives,
Their sweet kokiri minds,
Never corrupted,
Oh, how does it feel?
No answer,
There's no answer,
It's the cancer,
The Evil desert man,
How does it feel,
Oh, how does it feel?

"Don't you know who we are"
Cry the children,
So near,
So far.
So innocent,
So pure,
Evil's cure
Is found within
The sheltered forest,
To woods,
It's so safe,
Perfect place,
Yet they wonder
And want,
They want some more
But just can't afford
To try,
Don't you know it?

"Don't you know who I am?"
Tells the phantom desert man,
Confused
And
Misused,
At the end of his fuse,
It's all empty,
None left,
All the steam
Wasn't kept.
Not quite useful,
Second best,
Mind experiments,
Now it's messed
Up,
His head,
All alone,
Sort of dead,
A ghost of the man,
Oh that lost Desert Man,
Just a ghost...

"Don't you know who I am?"
He shivers,
It's cold,
He stands out,
Yes, he's bold.
The dark version of the hero,
He's not so full, more of a Zero,
Wondering what to do
Now that it's through.
They don't know who he is,
What he is,
They don't care,
To him
It's not fair,
They don't care.
It's cold,
It's so icy,
But it doesn't hurt,
It just feels good,
So good,
So good,
It's just as it should
But they don't know
Who he is...

"Don't you know who I am?"
It's Sheik,
Perhaps Zelda,
No, it's Sheik,
He's not weak,
He's too strong,
He'll be fine
But his mind,
Oh, his mind,
It's so twisted,
Not listed,
It's so confused,
He feels so used,
It will be fine, Sheik,
It will be fine
If you just clear your mind
And forget the
Charades
And the dark
Masquerades,
It will be fine,
Yes,
It's fine.

"Don't you know who I am?"
They both sing,
They're so old,
Yet they feel so young,
But they're feeble,
So evil,
Getting up there,
Just to stare
Not to care,
Almost there,
Almost dead,
Does it scare them?
Oh, their heads,
It hurts,
It's a headache.
Powers gone,
Faded now,
Don't know why,
Don't know how.
Together too long,
They're so weak,
Not yet strong,
They're so old.

"Don't you know who I am?,
Know the real me,
Who I am?
I see you stand,
You're raising your hand.
Think you know me?
Care to show me?
Didn't think so,
You don't know me,
Never did,
Did you?
You see me,
You see what I write,
What I do.
Think you know -me-?
Think again,
Think again."

"Don't you know who I am?"
Shouts the skull,
The lone skull.
He's upset at the world,
There's no friends,
Just the ends
Of relationships past,
They went by too fast
Because of too many tricks,
Too many pranks,
Too much,
Too many,
Not enough,
Not any.
But it's always been this way,
Another heartache
More of a delay,
Nothing to repay,
He's always been this way,
Didn't you know?
Don't you know?

You think you know them,
You think you know.
Think you know
That you've got it all clear,
Yet it seems you know nothing,
Do you, my dear?

And about me?

Don't you know who I am?

-End-


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Have you ever
Lost your way?
Been unable to
Remember today?
It seems we all may
Take turns in choosing the
Exactly wrong path,
It's so attached
With twists and turns
And hidden burns,
We're always lost,
We're always lost.


"Help me find my way..."
It's the hero,
We know him,
We'll show him
That he is appreciated,
And not related
To the princess.
We will show him
That it's okay to confess
Of all the scars
And that wishing on stars
Is all right,
It's all right not to fight,
To take delight
In smaller things
And find your wings.
We could say this,
We could,
It would help him,
It should.
Yet what we don't understand
Makes Link "Who I am."
It's just the wall of darkness,
No understanding,
Just reprimanding,
And incoherently running our lives,
A slave to the knives
And the swords of the hero,
He's such a zero,
Lost his way...
He's lost his way.
Will we find it?
Not today,
Not right now,
The wind is blowing
O'er the brow
Of the hero who bleeds
While death feeds
On the soul that wasn't,
The truth that mustn't
Be exposed to anyone,
To anything,
For wings
Are not meant to be shared
With the rest,
They're a tragedy all of their own,
An even bigger mess.
In the midst of our
First-person ramblings,
The hero is still hurting,
But we're learning,
Trying to learn
How make him not lost,
To find his way,
We'll do it today,
But that is just a lie...

"Help me find my way..."
Hidden in the shadows
Of dreams,
The prophecies scheme
On their own,
With a mind of their own,
Whilst the princess sleeps,
She is in too deep
She is lost,
At any cost,
It's clear she's lost.
Parallel musings that seep
Into the mind,
It's just what you'll find
Deep inside
This mind,
This lost mind,
This lost soul,
Slave to your console,
Only wanting a way out,
Something more to pout,
Zelda is lost,
Yes,
The princess is lost.
What else can we do?
What is there to do?
Can we help the
64-bit girl
Unfurl
The secrets of the world?
It's beyond our comprehension,
And as she even mentions
Fate,
It's hate
She feels inside,
And now she writhes,
Struggling on the past
To destruction,
While the waters fluctuate,
Rippling and trying to leave clues,
She's paid her dues,
But no answer has come
And she's lost,
Just so lost...

"Help me find my way..."
We remember her,
We remember her,
The green haired forest sage,
And with a turn of the page
She is there,
While we stare,
She is there,
Lost, confused,
Sometimes misused,
With those emerald eyes,
Oh, those emerald eyes,
And all day she cries,
Lost in the world
Too big for her form.
Always, she mourns
The dead gaurdian of the forest,
Hoping it will be bring
Something so that she can take wing
And learn how to soar,
Through the door...
Yet, alas, she is lost,
Stuck in a cage, trapped,
And her life is fully mapped.
How is to be so alone?
In the temple, so alone,
Always quiet, so alone.
To find harmony in the
Music on the silence,
She searches through the violence
And the miseries inside,
There is no way to hide
From the soul,
There is no out,
No one can hear you scream
No one will hear you shout.
When you are
Lost like that,
It's so quiet..
Curious glances around a shoulder,
But it was curiosity that killd the cat,
You wouldn't like to live like that,
Opening the door for any cause,
So secretive, sneak,
With wolfos-sleek paws.
No,
It's too quiet,
So quiet,
It's lost the world...

"Help me find my way..."
Behold,
The lone wolf thief
Struggling to make ends meet,
And the heat,

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She wants to make them
Understand.

But understand what?
She asks.

She wants to make them
Know the truth.

The truth of what?
They ask.

She wants them to be
More than fake.

Make who, make who?
They call.

But they can't.

Who can't?

They aren't real.

Who aren't?

They don't feel.

But she wishes they did.

And each day as

She turns it on,
She sighs and hopes
That it'll be real.
But it won't.

And she's sad.
For other reasons.
And more of the same.

She wishes they
Could to talk to her,
That she could see
Inside their minds.

But they're not real
And so she must
Learn to read
Between the lines.

Sometimes she cries,
For no reason at all,
Because she wants to write.

She wants to write so bad,
It hurts.

Not much,
But it does.

Dreaming during school,
Wishing she was home.

With something that
Can type.

And she wants to write so bad,
It hurts.

She wants to see
Inside the character's thoughts,
Understand the
Vacant lot.

But they're not real...
She keeps telling
Herself that.

But she wants
To write so bad it hurts.

She loves the game
A lot.

Too much?

How much is
Too much
When there's just
Not enough?

How far is
Too far
When there's no where
To go?

And she wants to write--
so bad it hurts.

She wants to see inside,
Inside their thoughts.
Inside, inside, inside...

Echoings of dreams
That sing,
But quietly,
So quietly
That no one hears.
Just as well,

It's just as well.
She wonders if she's
Going crazy,
But maybe she already is.

And she wants to write
So bad, so bad.

She needs to type,
So bad, so bad.

About them,
About Hyrule
And heroes
And fights
And inside.
Inside their minds.

But she can't--
They're not real.
Not real, not real.
And she can't explain
That need to type--
About them.

A game,
It's just a game...
But she wants
To write so bad it hurts.
It hurts her heart,
sometimes...

But oh God,
She wants to write.
She wants to so bad,
So bad.

And it can't be explained,
And it won't be.
And they won't understand.
She doesn't think
That they will.

The girl sighs
And types and
Presses delete
Because she can't...

She can't see
Inside their minds.
She needs to write,
So bad, so bad.

But tears don't
Make wishes
And hope's dreams
come true.

A wish is a wish,
and that's all,
Through and through.

And her fingers itch
With that need to write,
It stings and burns
And she's almost scared.
Scared that she's
In it too deep.

In what?
They ask.

But who are they
When them aren't there
And us is gone,
And I is left to weep
And cry.

She tries,
Tries to stop writing,
She hopes it'll make
Things better
Than they are.

But how much better
Can things get
Before they're so
Good that it hurts,
It hurts bad.

And she just keeps
Typing
and typing.

Over and over,
On and on.

Because she can't
Explain it.

And must type.

And she wants to write so bad it hurts.

Fingers scrambling
Over the plastic,
Anxious,
Oh so anxious.

She adds on slowly,
Quickly, but slow
In her eyes.

Everything has stopped,
But is she
Still going?

Are they real?
But who?

No, it's just a game...

It's just a game.

And it's so crazy,
The way she feels
About a game
And about writing.

And it's so crazy
That she screams
Inside,
And she feels
Like crying.

But tears...
They won't help.

Because she wants to write
So bad it hurts.

There's no cure for
This sickness,
There's no antidote,
No way out.

And the things
She writes,
People say
They're odd.

Or strange.

Or confusing.

But they don't
Understand that

She wants to write so bad it hurts.

And it shatters
Her world,
The thin line
Between reality,
And the world of...
All the things she
Loves so much...

She feels alone,
And she's crying.

Not quite,
But almost.

So close that
The tears sting,
And although
People say they understand,
She's afraid they really don't.

They think they do,
And maybe they're right.

But she feels so alone,
And sometimes,
When it's dark,
She creeps on the computer,
And watches the screen.

Just hoping for an answer.

Over and over and over,
The fingers move.
A rhythm,
Repeating in the silence.

She wants to write so bad it hurts.

A pain inside,
That twists and burns,
Like invisible tears
That shout for a hope.

She doesn't cry, though.
She must be stronger
Than that.

Must be strong
Enough to fight it off.

And friends,
Close friends,
And family--
They don't know she writes.

It's a way to start over...
Start over from what?

It's a way to be free...
Be free from what?

It's just the way things are...

And questions
And answers
Pound in her head,
Loudly sighing
Beneath the
Open window.

Oh God,
Oh God,
She wants to write so bad it hurts.

It can't stop,
Just keeps paining,
Longing,
Stretching further.

And people watch,
And stare
And gawk,
But she needs to write.

So bad,
It burns and
She cringes
At the blank page
That just can't be filled.

There's no way out,
She can't stop now,
Too far in.

Just keep typing,
Faster, quicker,
Writing what she feels,
And what she cannot say.

And she wants to write so bad it hurts...

It's just too bad that girl is me.


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Everywhere,
It's what I see,
It's just that we are all
Not free,
Trying to hide
From the things that aren't there,
Going inside,
When just isn't fair.

But it's never been fair,
Not to you,
Not to me,
It's never been fair
And we'll never be free.

Stuck inside
A resolution,
Crying out for
Retribution,
No one bothers
To lend a hand,
And so we fade,
Stuck in sand.

Pain is what
We've often felt,
The hated thing
That fate has dealt,
It is pain
That makes us strong,
It's what we've known all along
Would be there,
Waiting for us,
Hating us
With an envy for living,
For pain is the killer,
Worse the death,
Pain is the theif,
Nothing more than a theft.

And they deny it,
But we try it,
We try to forget,
But we've all met
The same thing we know
We know,
And there's no where to hide,
To go.
For it can see the blood that flows
Within our veins,
Within our strains,
It's what we don't know
That makes us afraid.

We don't know it,
We don't show it,
But we feel more
And so it goes.

I am a hero,
I am a hero,
I am a fighter
And I am a zero,
I have felt the touch
Of icy Death,
When there's no way out,
There's nothing left.
I've seen the things
That are not there

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Crystal of the Night



Destiny has not known you,

The hero's left unsure,

With feelings of enclosure,

Your soul is left impure

Fate's tossed you in her web,

The Eternal web of Life,

Heeding not your every yell,

Hearing not your strife.

The sages, they have weakened you,

It's memories that fade,

Wanting not a bit of it,

It's solitude forbade

Friendships left in ruins now,

Forgotten; like your past,

Remembered by few, it claws, it tears,

It's eternal grief she casts.

When the legend finally ends,

You break down on the ground,

Though no one cares to listen,

No one can hear the sound.

On the end is Zelda, dear,

The princess young, yet wise,

Calling out your fabled name,

But hope does not arise

Reminiscing of the better times,

When youth could break the cage,

Though now it seems you're stuck again,

With eyes so filled with rage

Never have you shed a tear,

Nor weakened under toil,

Could it be the one, the first, lone time

They'll ever see you foiled?

Destiny, she sees you now,

Close enough to touch,

A stinging, burning in your eyes,

Too much is just too much.

A hero you've been often named,

A hero you've become,

It feels unlike they said it would,

Now that it is all done.

Fate loosens up her icy grip,

Allowing you to fall,

Not harmed by this glowing trance,

You stand up straight and tall.

The sages chant your name in joy,

It's taken you aback,

For joy is so unknown right now,

It's joy that you must lack.

You think yourself a murderer,

A killer, it's no jest,

You feel your duty is so cruel,

It's these words that you've confessed.

With blood right there, so vivid now,

You lay silent to the core,

Wishing that it wasn't true,

That you could open now the door.

The door to retribution's song,

The one that holds your strain,

Yet locked is now the door to hope,

And trying is in vain.

Memories that linger still,

Inside the corners of your mind,

Death seeps inside the cracks,

It is no use to hide.

And the princess sings her lullaby,

She is, sent from above.

But she is a forbidden one,

It's her you cannot love.

The princess longs for something else,

To understand your pain,

Condemned to make you lose yourself,

Condemned to be your bane.

The trials, tribulations gone,

There's nothing left to fear,

Yet with a sigh, you stand up straight

And slowly shed a tear...



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I turn,
I look,
I see,
Hear sighs,
And right behind me,
One more dies.
Never ending,
Never mending,
Everything has gone
To waste,
Falling down
And gaining
Haste,
The land itself
Heaves a groan,
Lets out a scream,
Another moan.
Destruction reeking of
The black,
Calm and goodness
That it lacks,
And everything
Has fallen down,
Broken, shattered,
On the ground,
Left and stepped on,
Bleeding souls,
Broken dreams
And stolen goals.
Everything is crumbling,
And I myself
Am stumbling.
Looking out the window,
That really isn't there,
I look at starving people,
And slowly,
I will stare.
What has happened?
Why can't I fathom,
Can't understand
Their bloody demands
For a home, for new life,
But can't they hear
My
Strife?
They call me selfish,
Call me greedy,
For I am fed,
I am not needy.
But now,
Everything has
Gone to dust,
There is no love,
Is no lust,
Is no hope,
It won't arise,
In the midst
Of all these lies.
They can't understand
That I am them,
The flower
On
The broken stem
That is their lives,
That is their land,
It's who they are,
It's where they stand,
It's just what this
Is all about,
Why everyone will
Yell and shout.
Looking to me
For a way to climb,
Out of this mess,
Out of this time.
Can't they see that
I don't know?
That I am helpless,
That there's no where to go?
Your own comfort
Is always your cage
But when taken away
You're filled with such rage,
And so is the same
With my people, my land,
It's who they are,
It's where they stand,
But it is all crumbling,
I see myself stumbling,
Looking to be free,
Just not to be me
With responsibilities
And needs,
Yet Ganon does
His dirty deeds,
Tearing up alliances,
Turning truth into fibs,
Making my own
Turn against me,
And then they ask
Why they are not free?
And I think them
Traitors,
Haters
Of us royals,
But what it all
boils
Down to what they think
Of who I am,
And who they are,
And where they stand.
What about the
One destined to save,
For now things are looking
Too grave.
Where has the hero gone?
Will he be there in the dawn,
When it just might be
The very last chance?
To break this
Never-ending trance?
Yet he still sleeps
Within his mind,
The only hope
We'll ever find
Is lost in him,
And hopes we'll win
Are just in vain,
For it's a strain
To just go on
Till another dawn
Where the hero
Won't be here,
He'll be too far
Yet just too near.
Sleeping away
Our endless lies,
He doesn't hear us,
Heed our cries.
But are we left
To sigh,
To die?
The streets are filled
With bodies broken,
They are just a token
Of this cruel life we live,
They've taken all we have to give
And left us with
Harsh memories of this
Shattered past,
All the good times long
Since gone,
Happiness won't last.
I am the princess,
Made to protect them,
Protect my land,
But it's who I am
And where I stand
That keeps me from helping
Any bit at all,
I can't stay still,
I can't stand tall.
Locked within
These walls of hate,
There's no escaping
This cruel fate,
And through it all,
I hear them cry,
I look around
And see them die.
Breathing of evil,
Our hope is so feeble
It breaks under the
Slightest pressure,
Unable to be measured
By the goodness
Of our hearts.
They think me the
As the innocent girl,
Yet they will see more
As secrets unfurl,
For I have changed,
Unlike the rest
And am no longer
Second-best
In comparison
To my king,
For he is dead,
He's taken wing
To soar away,
Away from here
Where the hero
Is so near.
Slowly,
Life is crumbling
And I myself
Am stumbling.
But the people cannot see,
They do not know,
They are not free.
And just what they don't understand
Is who they are,
Is where they stand.


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The Hero is
Restless,
But it's over,
Finally over.
The Princess
Is crying,
It's so good,
It's so good.
The Evil is banished
As it should,
Like it should.
Yet he's tattered,
The hero,
So torn up,
So twisted.
And the princess--
She's hurting,
She's burning
Inside.
Reality creeps back
It's haunting them,
It's taunting them,
So real,
It's so real.
But it's over,
And that's
What matters,
Doesn't it?
Isn't it what truly
Matters?
And Gannon dies
And Link sighs
And Zelda cries,
But is it all in vain?
So hopeless it was
So hopeless it is,
Everything ruined
And broken
To pieces.
So small
And so shattered,
So twisted and torn,
The land is on fire
It burns
And it writhes,
But it's over,
It's over,
And they all
Heave a sigh.
The Hero is hurting,
His knees shake;
So weak.
The Princess is sighing,
So real
She can't speak.
And they should be
Happy, rejoicing
And gay,
But still they are
Crying,
And crying all day.
But it's over,
It's over
Yet they don't
Seem to care
Since it doesn't seem right,
So strangely not fair.
The Hero,
He's dying,
She knows that
Will,
His heart is too broken,
With nothing to
Fill
But water,
The tears,
They turn into a flood,
And the princess;
She's crying...
They're tears of...blood.

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The weight of the world
Is pulling me down,
Struggling, breathing,
I'm stuck to the ground.
And everyone will
Watch and wait,
To see my drown;
To see my fate.
Because of what I am...
(A hero..)
Because of what I've done...
(Murder...)
Because of everything...
(It's all gone now...)
Loneliness tears,
It rips and it claws,
coming from darkness
And reaping the cause.
Zelda grins and
Plays the fool,
While the fire
Starts to cool.
Burning...twisting...
Tearing my heart,
It's who I am
That's set me apart.
Chasing the nothings
That sing of the hate,
Cursing the goodness,
Annoying the fates.
Destiny cries and pulls
At my strings,
Making me weaker;
It can't mean a thing.
No one seems to understand...
(It's who I am...)
No one seems to care...
(The way I am...)
No one seems to wonder why
(It's me..)
It's never been so fair.
Justice screams and yells and cries,
Shivers travel down my spine
But no one offers,
No one does.
It's alone,
It's being alone,
It's always like this.
If I cried,
Would you care?
If I died,
Would you care?
The blood pours
From open wounds,
All the lonely afternoons
That I have spent just with msyelf,
There's never some one else.
Why?
Broken,
By Chica: Tofu Ninja



Link, the hero,
who are you
really, lost in
shards of
love
and
hate,
always changing
with cruel
fate.
Child or man?
Adult or boy?
Can you truly
find your past,
find your age,
find your time,
the time
you belong in.
Nothing's wrong,
but oh-so-contrary,
hero-boy.
Termina or Hyrule?
Link?
Or is it
Fairy Boy?
Perhaps Grasshopper
is your chosen name,
but confusion
masks the hidden truth,
it wakes you in
your dreamy sleep,
you can't get away,
you can't escape.
You're broken, boy,
that's what you are.
It's who you are.
It's where you are.
Tears and blood;
they never end,
can you stop them
Fairy Boy?
Can you save
yourself from
fate?
Will the Grasshopper
survive the days?
The days of
fear and loneliness;
the days of
every thing and nothing
at all.
Always the same,
but always different.
Life isn't living,
but existing in
a stone-like posture,
fading in,
fading out.
Stop the fate,
trick it, boy.
Change your life,
you can no longer
be fate's toy.
A simple
wind-up boy
you have become,
obeying and
obeying;
all you ever do.
Be honest,
don't deny the
hundred nights
you wake up
screaming,
screaming because
you can't know;
you'll never know
you're past or
future
or even the present day life.
But life
is nothing
when you're
not really living,
but existing like you.
Seven years older?
Seven years younger?
Boy in green,
survey the scene,
how many summers
have you lived?
But you don't know,
remember?
The truth is lost
in a mask of confusion...
or vice-versa,
just like your age.
Who are you?
Broken.
One simple word
describes
the once-hero.
One simple word
labels the boy-man.
One simple word
labels the
thing-fate-despised.
Broken....
Who will fix you?
Who will mend
your broken heart?
Another broken,
half-lost soul?
I'm afraid
there are none left.
Boy, you are the
last of a
new
kind of
old
race;
the Broken ones.
Broken.
Broken.
Broken.
It echoes in
your Hylian
ears, or
are they
really Kokiri?
Can you really
trust your friends?
Can you?
Can you?
no, it seems
that you cannot,
for time and fate,
the ones that hate you,
have changed them, Link.
Changed them
and not changed
you.
Because you will never
ever
ever
change.
You are Broken....
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Hero


No one cares,
no one knows,
but what they can't see
is the blood that flows,
inside the cuts,
the scrapes,
inside my mind.
I'm a hero; nothing more.
Nothing more but a fighting warrior.
A figure of war,
a true slayer.
Nothing more, nothing more.
Hidden jealousy lurks everywhere,
in the distance, back behind
I can't go on being so alone.
And no one knows
the ways of hero.
No one knows, no one knows.
The land is safe, because of me,
but do they take the time to care?
The answer shall remain a no.
I'm a hero.
But what is that?
A hero is one that kills to save lives.
Some great thing that is,
a killer is a hero, a killer is a hero.
Does killing justify saving lives?
Perhaps it does in the
eyes of the safe,
the eyes of the ones that do not know,
the ones that cannot know
and never will.
And I can't show them,
I can't show them
the truth of the lives
lost to protect them.
Many creatures are dead
because of heroism.
Thousands.
Millions perhaps.
But the hero remains famous,
beloved in some ways.
And the hero is not understood,
for no one can understand the
cold-hearted ways of a
cold-blooded killer.
What the people don't
understand is the very thing
that creates the wars,
the evil, the deaths.
At night I cannot sleep
without remembering
the endless days.
The days of
fights and battles,
the blood and gore,
the death.
So much destruction is used to
create.
But no one can ever see
to the truth,
it is hidden among those who know,
and those are the Heroes.
For the heroes are the ones
who have seen and fought
and killed
and lived, really lived.
Living is nothing without death,
and without death
I couldn't be a hero.
What good is it
to be a hero?
What can you do to make them see?
What can you say to make them finally
see beyond the sheltered lives
and dreams of peace and happiness?
The fools can't see the truth,
they never will, they never will.
A Hero's work is never done,
because the heroes are the ones
that strive to save,
the ones that
save the land, the people,
the ones that defeat the evil.
If killing is evil,
then heroes are evil beings
that kill other
evil beings.
Heroism isn't worth
the thousand wounds,
the shattered heart,
the broken soul,
the missing friends,
the lost loves
or anything.
A hero is nothing but a killer
that has nothing,
and will always
have something,
but the something
is only a nothing.
A nothing that destroys
the pure souls
and kind hearts,
and it can't be stopped,
and it never will, it never will.
I remain a hero, for now and forever,
but will I always be a killer?
Will I always have to kill
the thousand
million beasts?
Must the charade cause
further destruction
and deaths?
If what goes
around comes
around,
then I know
that I will soon be in
much trouble,
much, trouble.
And if a hero is a killer,
and a hero kills the killers,
than will the hero
self-destruct
on a frigid winter
day like this one?
What will become of the
people who need
the hero?
The questions remain.
The thoughts remain.
But what remains of the hero?
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Pearls of blood
Drip and fall,
Quiety dying,
Quietly trying.
No use is the use
That the princess
Must find,
Missing her love,
The invisible love.
A hero;
Brave and dashing,
To take her away
And off into the sunset
They'd ride...
A fairytale...
It's all a fairytale,
She whispers through
The screams.
Her people slowly
Growing dim,
Her lovely land
Now caving in.
Chaos reaping

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With a heavy heart,
She sighs.
Distant screaming,
Yelling,
Hurting;
It's her people,
It's her land.
Tears of blood
Fall to the ground

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How it is to be Alone
By Chica: Tofu Ninja

Don't you think
I ever cared?
Cared for you..
Your life...
But perhaps it was
All just a lie,
Just a lie.
Not a new thing, though,
Lies are so common.
Darkness,
Blood,
You're torn
And tattered,
Glancing at me
With those eyes,
Oh those eyes.
Azure,
So deep,
Filled with ice,
No emotion.
Have you always
Been this cold?
Always been like this?
Time has changed you,
My hero,
Time has changed so much.
You remember not
The times of the quest,
But I remember,
Oh Gods,
I remember.
Comforted,
Sleeping,
Unaware of the terror,
The horror,
The deaths and murders.
So innocent,
But that is gone,
My innocence is gone.
How can one stay
Innocent when
Blood is on your window,
On your walls,
And when your people
Scream out to you,
Looking for an answer,
Yet you cannot reply,
You cannot know
The things I've felt
The way things are,
The way they'll be.
You cannot know
The feeling when you
See your father
Slaughtered,
Killed,
Murdered.
You cannot know
The feeling of
Pity for your people,
The feeling of
Being so hopeless
When the sky doesn't shine
And when the dark
Is the day.
You cannot know these
Things I've felt,
You cannot know them.
Remember those things?
Of course not,
Of course not,
Not the hero,
He doesn't know,
He can't know,
Yet I know more
Than you can see
And I've felt more
Than ever you'll be.
Do you know how it
Feels to be
So alone,
So alone,
When identity
Fails you and
No one remembers
Those things
(they're all dead)
That's when you're alone,
When no one understands you,
That's when you're alone,
When all you see
And all you feel
Is darkness,
That's when you're alone.
So tell me, hero,
Do you know what
It is to be
Alone?

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The princess screams
And the hero does fight,
A sword shines a gleam
And the eyes shield the light.
A blow to the back
The evil strikes down
The hero won't lack
As he falls to the ground.
Tears filled with anger
Slide down her face
While the hero braves danger
Calm and with grace.
Another hit to the shoulder
Another shout from the girl
Rocks falling; boulders,
The secrets unfurl.
With one move
The Evil is slower.
Link yells to the world
That it's finally over.
No more fighting in this night,
It seems the end has come
No more screaming filled with fright
It seems that it's all done.
The legend heaves a might sigh,
The princess breaks a grin
And all who thought it was a lie
Shall thank the Goddess Din.
The battle's finished, but what now?
What is there left to do?
She shakes her head, he takes a bow
An embrace is motioned, too.
Turning matters back in time
She plays her song so true
Speaking throughout hidden rhyme
Is the ocarina blue.
He falls through space and matter
Wanting nothing else
Than to end the cling and clatter
That have killed his very self.
Falls asleep--the hero lad
Fast asleep so soon
Blonde hair, green clad
He wishes on the moon.
Awakening with sleepy eyes
He gasps and starts anew.
Did it all end or did he die?
The false is uttered true.
The fairy nudges him awake
And the boy, he starts to scheme
He doesn't care what's at stake
But knows it was...a dream

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Has it always been this cold,
The sky so dark that they foretold?
Has it always been this way,
So dreary; evil walks astray.
Will the sky begin to clear?
Will they ever start to fear
That things aren't getting better?
It's turning cold now, bring a sweater.
Maybe they will never see
Behind the wall, where they are free.
And heroes cry within the night,
Escaping the battle, losing the fight.
The blood that surges in their veins,
Stirring adrenaline, creating more pains.
Has it always been the way it is?
Is there a way to escape this?
Hyrule is turning cold, so fast,
While peace turns bitter, like the past.
Haunting dreams that scream and groan
Crying, sighing, yet more moans.
What will await in evil's fall?
When the hero simply can't stand tall?
Will things shatter, no they already fell,
And Zelda sits in bed, not well.
Land around her turns to waste,
A solid and forgotten grace.
What they can't see and they can't feel
Kills them softly, kills their will.
The will to live, and fight the dark.
There is no playing in the park.
And all is quiet in this land,
No raising voice, no helping hand.
Will truth arise within this lie?
Or has it broken, shattered, died?
The hero bleeds, he's almost dead,
While Zelda rambles, sick in the head.
Who is the face inside the mist
With taken dreams that won't be kissed?
Is there hope for dying hills?
An end to endless, ruthless kills?
The war is waged, they fall again,
And no one wins until the end
With both sides conquered by the hate,
Love destroyed and cursing fate.
When they're the ones that made it true,
The ones that started through and through.
Will they ever, truly see
That destiny cannot be freed?
And love cannot be won by death,
It lies there bleeding, in a mess.
Ruins clash along the lines,
Opening wounds, corrupting their minds.
Some just sit and slowly fade,
While others simply dig their graves.
A way out of this fight,
Into the night,
Where hope hides in the shade,
It hides untouched and cannot fade.
But they all fight, and cannot look,
Refuse to surrender to the crooks.
They don't care for the other side,
Never have, just can't abide.
When the darkness finally sets,
One stands out about the rest.
Link, the hero sheds a tear,
It's over now, nothing to fear.
But why does pain still haunt?
Still tease and hurt and even taunt?
The war is over, darkness still there
But they, the people, do not care.
Wounds open, bleeding,
Souls need feeding,
But the war has taken all,
Made brave ones weak and big ones small.
Gaunt faces, bruised and beaten badly,
Women's tears that fall free sadly.
Crying children in the rain,
But daddy doesn't feel the pain.
Families taken by the war
Sit there silent to the core.
Try to calm them, there's no use
Depressing goes out on the loose.
And silence is the only way
To find a hope, a will to stay.
When it's over, if it'll end,
Will broken hearts find ways to mend?
Twisted souls and bleeding hearts
Screaming in the light so dark.
Calming, soothing waters rise
But what about the ones that died?
The ones that died within the game
With hopes of courage, light and fame?
They're forgotten in the ground,
They don't get up, can't make a sound.
Because they're dead, like everyone,
There is no laughter, is no fun.
Will the dust begin to settle?
Scarred with blood and silver nettle?
Stinging, burning, falling dying,
Hope is gone, it's been left crying.
A little girl stands cold and teary,
Gloomy, dark and even dreary.
"Where is daddy?" She asks, so bright.
But there's no answer, just some fright.
When will people ever truly learn
That sadness hurts more than any burn?
Or any cut or any blinding light,
That it hurts more even than to fight?
But no, they sit inside the shade,
Can't do anything, have to fade...
Fade away, and slowly die,
They don't care how much you cry.
How much you yell and scream in pain,
No, they simply just want fame.
To be a hero, just like Link
Who now just sits around to think.
To think about the bloody war,
What is it really, what's it for?
Unanswered questions shy away
Till the end of one more dull, dark day.
When the next war comes, will it be the same?
All for glory? All for fame?
So Link sits, he sits and cries
For all the loved ones that have died.
And Zelda rests asleep and sound,
Calmness that won't ever be found.
Hope is just a dream,
A clever ploy, it's just a scheme.
But if one day, it all shall fall,
We'll be the ones that stand straight; tall.
The ones that stopped the horrid fight,
We'll be the hope in silent nights...

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It feels so empty,
So empty,
Has it been like this
So long?
Has it been this way all
Along?
God,
It's so cold,
It's getting so old,
I won't do as I'm old,
Stop it now.
Zelda yells
To tell me what to do,
She don't know
I'm through,
I'm through.
Can't she see it?
See the blood,
The flood
Of thoughts,
Gods,
There's blood,
Too much.
Not enough of
The good things,
Where did they go.
She's ripped off the strings
That held me on,
It seems I'm gone,
Where did they go,
Where did you go Zelda?
No answer,
No answer,
It seems she can't answer.
Nothing new,
It's nothing new,
Just something to do
Since she's now gone.
Far away,
Stay the day,
But it's gone,
Can't you see that it's gone?
All the sparke;s,
The twinkling of the stars,
She can't see all the scars,
But I know
That she'll go,
It's the scars
And the blood,
And the lies,
Of the lies,
Just watch as she cries,
And she dies,
Gods, the lies.
It's sunrise
Or sunset,

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Slowly falling,
Hear her calling,
It's enthralling;
This destruction.
Pillars crumble
As he mumbles
Incantations,
Vibrations
Shake the land,
Her bloody hand
Is shaking like the land.
Evil creeps, it pours
While they struggle,
On all fours.
In too deep...
The Dark man leaps
To save himself in time.
While he whispers spells
In rhyme,
It brews,
It stews.
Swimming on the edge of life,
The family cries,
Oh, hear their strife,
It crumbles, down;
Destruction.
Castle walls;
How they fall.
Through it all,
Zelda cries,
Through it all,
Ganon lies,
Through it all,
People die,
Bodies left out in the cold,
Rotting now, they're getting old
And everything has rust, has mold.
Reaping people
Of their lives,
Families broken,
Husbands,
Wives
And broken hearts
That twist and turn
As houses falls down,
Watch them burn.
There's something in the air,
That says
Destruction.
Tonight,
They'll have a fright
As it all falls down to ruins,
With delight
The desert man is laughing.
The tears of truth
Fall down,
Slide down
Into the beaten
Earth, the ground.
Tears of lost loves
Start to flood,
No, not just tears,
They're tears of blood.
A lone girl cries,
Another sighs
And in the middle
One more dies,
It's everywhere.
Destruction.
Explosions crashing
Lightening clashing,
Ears deafened,
It doesn't lessen.
Keeps on going,
Never slowing,
Reeking of
Destruction.
Screaming,
Scheming,
Nightmares dreaming.
Every where the evil sleeps
But don't fall
'Cause you're in to deep.
Everywhere,
It goes
It flows,
Everywhere;
Destruction.
Clouds, so black
They cough and hack.
Breathing in the smoke,
The ash,
He gets another hit,
A lash.
The land cries our--
Destruction.

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You're already leaving,

You're running away,

My heart skips a beat;

And I'm wasting away.

I see you running,

Far from here,

Wishing I was with you,

Wishing I was near.

Yet you run, farther and faster,

Forgetting me, forgetting you,

My heart breaks again

Though there's nothing to do.

No goodbyes this time,

There's no need to speak,

I know just how you feel,

So fragile, so weak.

A tear in the forest

Glides down my face,

Missing you even more,

Remembering your grace.

Friends forever...

You said that's what we'd be,

Yet with broken hearts,

We just aren't free.

Friend's forever...

What happened to that?

Now I feel that

I am trapped

Within this empty soul,

Everything is the same,

For it is you

Who was my bane,

A friendship in ruins,

Has it been forgotten?

Because now, it's slowly

Turning rotten.

Grieving for you

Will do me no good,

It's you that I miss,

And I knew that I would.

I knew you'd be leaving

This forest someday,

Yet my only wish

Is that you could stay.

I close my eyes,

Begin to fly,

And whisper now

A last goodbye..

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I am lost,
Inside of my mind
Trying to find
Who I really am,
I'm so lost,
And It seems
That I've crossed
The fine line
Between life and reality,
And it is a fatality
To who I really am.
I try to understand
Why people act that way,
Why they do the things they do,
Yet I am lost,
Through and through,
At a loss from comprehension,
And it seems like every thing I mention
Is brought back with
Meaningless response,
There I stand again,
Lost.
Hatred breeds in my school halls,
And in the bathrooms,
I hear the bawls
Of the ugly girls
That wish they weren't
And the pretty girls
That love to flirt,
But it's still the same pain,
Still the same hopes are in vain,
And we strain
And look for a new beginning,
A reason for living,
But it's not fair,
It's not there
So we cry
While others die,
Tilting on the bring of destruction,
Being taunted into seduction,
Violence, rape
At any rate,
No one is doing anything
To stop it.
And here I am,
Lost,
Trying to find out,
Trying to understand
Why no one ever
Takes a stand
And tries to help
Others out,
And why the spoiled ones
Always pout,
But everyone,
All of us,
Have experienced such pain,
Such torture,
And they bore
Into our skin,
Into our blood
Trying to win
Us over,
But it's already over,
They've already one,
Our hearts have been broken,
It's already done.
I'm lost,
And confused,
The end of my fuse
Is aflame,
I feel shame
For feeling this way,
But it doesn't pay
To make things any better,
I'm just lost.
Who am I?
I try to find myself,
But in the midst of discovering,
Another one cries,
Another one dies,
I sigh
Wondering if there
Will ever be a day
When people will say
To themselves
That the world is great,
That there is no hate,
But fate
Must have a different plan,
For she's ignoring my demand
For everything to be found,
Not stuck on the ground,
Since everything is lost,
And It seems
That I've crossed
The fine line
Between life and reality,
And it is my fatality,
Condemned to be my bane,
It will never go, this pain...
Everything is lost...

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Have you ever
Lost your way?
Been unable to
Remember today?
It seems we all may
Take turns in choosing the
Exactly wrong path,
It's so attached
With twists and turns
And hidden burns,
We're always lost,
We're always lost.


"Help me find my way..."
It's the hero,
We know him,
We'll show him
That he is appreciated,
And not related
To the princess.
We will show him
That it's okay to confess
Of all the scars
And that wishing on stars
Is all right,
It's all right not to fight,
To take delight
In smaller things
And find your wings.
We could say this,
We could,
It would help him,
It should.
Yet what we don't understand
Makes Link "Who I am."
It's just the wall of darkness,
No understanding,
Just reprimanding,
And incoherently running our lives,
A slave to the knives
And the swords of the hero,
He's such a zero,
Lost his way...
He's lost his way.
Will we find it?
Not today,
Not right now,
The wind is blowing
O'er the brow
Of the hero who bleeds
While death feeds
On the soul that wasn't,
The truth that mustn't
Be exposed to anyone,
To anything,
For wings
Are not meant to be shared
With the rest,
They're a tragedy all of their own,
An even bigger mess.
In the midst of our
First-person ramblings,
The hero is still hurting,
But we're learning,
Trying to learn
How make him not lost,
To find his way,
We'll do it today,
But that is just a lie...

"Help me find my way..."
Hidden in the shadows
Of dreams,
The prophecies scheme
On their own,
With a mind of their own,
Whilst the princess sleeps,
She is in too deep
She is lost,
At any cost,
It's clear she's lost.
Parallel musings that seep
Into the mind,
It's just what you'll find
Deep inside
This mind,
This lost mind,
This lost soul,
Slave to your console,
Only wanting a way out,
Something more to pout,
Zelda is lost,
Yes,
The princess is lost.
What else can we do?
What is there to do?
Can we help the
64-bit girl
Unfurl
The secrets of the world?
It's beyond our comprehension,
And as she even mentions
Fate,
It's hate
She feels inside,
And now she writhes,
Struggling on the past
To destruction,
While the waters fluctuate,
Rippling and trying to leave clues,
She's paid her dues,
But no answer has come
And she's lost,
Just so lost...

"Help me find my way..."
We remember her,
We remember her,
The green haired forest sage,
And with a turn of the page
She is there,
While we stare,
She is there,
Lost, confused,
Sometimes misused,
With those emerald eyes,
Oh, those emerald eyes,
And all day she cries,
Lost in the world
Too big for her form.
Always, she mourns
The dead gaurdian of the forest,
Hoping it will be bring
Something so that she can take wing
And learn how to soar,
Through the door...
Yet, alas, she is lost,
Stuck in a cage, trapped,
And her life is fully mapped.
How is to be so alone?
In the temple, so alone,
Always quiet, so alone.
To find harmony in the
Music on the silence,
She searches through the violence
And the miseries inside,
There is no way to hide
From the soul,
There is no out,
No one can hear you scream
No one will hear you shout.
When you are
Lost like that,
It's so quiet..
Curious glances around a shoulder,
But it was curiosity that killd the cat,
You wouldn't like to live like that,
Opening the door for any cause,
So secretive, sneak,
With wolfos-sleek paws.
No,
It's too quiet,
So quiet,
It's lost the world...

"Help me find my way..."
Behold,
The lone wolf thief
Struggling to make ends meet,
And the heat,

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Love will never come for you,
It stands beside you, through and through,
Coming close enough to touch,
Already it is just too much.
You see him fall, you see him cry,
And inside your heart, you slowly die.
Condemmed to be you very vain,
He's what you want, he is your strain.
But the happy ending will not come,
Seeing as how it's almost done,
And how the hero slowly bleeds,
You feel he will die, that it's a done deed.
Are they tears you see him shed?
Perhaps it's you, the life you led.
If only you'd been able to enfess your true love,
For he is the one, sent from above.
The h

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Finally OVer

It's over,

Finally over.

He's dead now,

Not going to hurt anyone.

Not going to kill anyone.

We're safe now,

In a way.

We'll never be safe though,

Not with these things,

Inside us,

Forever.

At least it's over.

It's over,

It's finally over.

I'm cut,

I'm bruised,

I feel fine.

Couldn't be better.

There are some things

Left for no one

To care about.

Some things

Better left forgotten.

Like pain.

But I feel fine.

It's over,

It's finally over.

I'm bleeding,

I'm dying,

There's no hurt though,

I've done my job.

There's no more pain.

It's been lifted,

The burden,

The heavy burden

No longer makes me trip,

No longer makes me fall.

It's just...

Gone.

It's over,

It's finally over.

At least it's done,

At least it's forever done.

No more,

No more.

Dark clouds--lifting.

Black sky--fading.

Wounds--they're healing.

I let out a whisper,

It's over,

It's finally over.

And I know I'm dying,

It doesn't matter.

Because it's never mattered.

Because it never will.

Because I don't hurt anymore.

No more fighting,

No more bloodshed,

No more legends.

Because

It's over,

It's finally over.

Zelda cries,

For reasons good.

And reasons bad.

Zelda cries,

And so do I.

Tears make a promise,

Tell tales,

Make it better,

It'll be all right.

It's over,

It's finally over.

For once I can say it,

And mean it, too.

It feels so good,

The truth is so good.

I'm not afraid.

I'm dying,

Figures, but in a good way.

At least I'll know

That

It's over,

It's finally over.

I take my last breath,

Filled with new air,

And yell to the world,

"It's over,

It's finally over."

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A little closer,
To feel your touch,
But there's blood all around,
How much is too much?
Love is blind
And love is torn,
With eyes of ice,
Sharp as thorns.
It's dark all over,
I see it on your face,
Fragile wisdom always seems
To hold a tragic grace.
Can it end this way,
With me like this and you right there?
How cold will it get,
And is evil not fair?
Soft, so gentle,
Almost not real,
But I can know more
Than you'll ever feel.
Madness, lies, everywhere
Haunting, teasing, trying,
Who will tell the truth
In the midst of all this lying?
Skin torn, mixed, bloody,
Pearls of mystery, taking me down,
And will it survive
A trip through the ground?
Emotions cold and icy,
Fighting for a chance,
A chance to start all over,
To begin a new romance.
Burning, twisting, screaming,
It echoes in your mind,
Though you know you cannot stop it,
Your soul is mine to bind.
It's everywhere--the blood, the pain.
It's everywhere--the hate, the shame.
Guilty minds swerve and writhe,
A knife gleams in the night,
And she screams--
Such a fright.
Sages gone
And Zelda's left,
Heroism pawned,
Deep is the theft.
The world crumbles down,
Withering from me, from them, from you,
But there's nothing to be done
Because there's nothing left to do.
Accused of this and afraid of that,
Never ending, never ceasing, killing me,
Slowly, so slowly, taking me away,
But now she's gone
And who will pay?
The truth yells out,
To taunt; to tease,
And the evidence is gone,
Blown out with morning's breeze.
Inside the ground,
She speaks and claws,
Burned to the heart,
And dead without cause.
Her name is whispered in the dusk,
A quiet sort of gentle hush
And the land is torn apart,
Broken minds,
Broken hearts.
Dirty hands,
so stained with red,
The triforce glows
And she is dead.
Deepening guilt tears and pulls,
Starting again to break free from the mold.
The heart underground beats
And it pounds,
Strengthening darkness
And creating new sounds.
Always there,
Beating, pounding,
No one hears,
Though it's heard by no one,
It's always there...

THE END

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Almost a hero





He lay upon
the sodden ground,
life slowly draining
from his face.
I looked at him
his azure eyes
and saw the pain,
the hatred,
the burning passion
to fight and protect.
Almost a hero,
I think.
You were
almost a hero, Link.
Blood slowly
flows lazily
throughout
the many cuts
and scrapes;
a mangled mass
of flesh and fabric.
We were so close,
so close, almost there,
almost safe.
Almost free from
the fighting
the bleeding
the killing.
I never got to
tell him
of the things
I'd often thought,
I never got to
tell him
it was true paradise
I sought.
I never got to
tell him
all the whispers
in his ears,
we never got to
share all the secret
untold fears.
I never got to
tell him
all the things
I longed to say,
I never got to
tell him
of the way
I felt today.
I never got to
tell him
that he meant
something to me.
I never got to
tell him
that he
finally
set me free.
I never got to
tell him
that he didn't
have to fight,
I never got a
chance to say
everything would
be all right.
I never once told
him of the
ways I often felt,
and how my
heart would swoon
and even start to melt.
But now he lays
upon this land,
a broken hero
in the sand.
His expression
dull and curved in agony,
his ruffled hair
shining like it
always did.
I didn't notice
the flowing pain
that fell from me
onto the ground.
The blood poured
and mixed
and turned
and twisted,
trying to escape
the destiny
that'd someday come.
I touched my side
and flinched
and saw
the wound,
so big and open.
There was no
chance of hope
anymore,
it was over,
it was over.
Silent tears streamed
down my face,
dreams were
ripped at the
seams and
shattered into
pieces.
He would never
know he saved Hyrule,
he would never know
and would never remember
the moonlight strolls;
the nights together.
We couldn't go
back,
we couldn't go
forward,
stuck in the present
lost and darkened.
He'd fought the evil
and was almost victorious,
so close,
so close.
I guess he couldn't
stand the pain,
the inside pain,
the outside pain.
He couldn't take
it anymore, he
couldn't fight,
he didn't want to.
And I can't
blame him,
not one bit.
I caused this
unfair wave of life,
I made him fight,
I made him believe
in the
silly prophecies
of a little girl,
but he believed me,
and he had faith.
And I fell in love
with a dead man
that day,
I fell in love
with the past;
a crystal memory.
I can feel my life
drain out, too,
but I don't care,
it's much too late
to care about
the ways of fate.
I cannot care,
and shan't
be bothered
by slashes and blood.
I'm already dead,
I died when he did,
I died when I found out
I was in love,
I died that day
before I knew it,
before I knew
of a way to prevent
the inevitable.
I died and left
us,
the hero and princess
in the red earth.
He left me,
and I left myself.
I couldn't stand to
live as a failure,
a failure that
couldn't save her
country,
let alone one man.
If only I'd
told him,
that I loved him,
and that
we didn't have
to play this charade,
we didn't have
to go on and fight
and battle and kill.
But silly ambitions
of fate and wealth
tore the dreams
and wishes
of a simple girl.
If only he
knew he was a hero.
He was
so close
so close.
We were
so close
so close.
If only
he'd known
he was
almost a hero....

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What am I?


~*~*~


A hero.


~*~*~


What is that?


~*~*~


It's you


~*~*~


Who am I?


~*~*~


You? You are a killer.


~*~*~


But I was a hero...


~*~*~


Killing is all the same.


~*~*~


And I was a legend...


~*~*~


Legends die down.


~*~*~


When my name was known everywhere.


~*~*~


You will be forgotten.


~*~*~


What am I?


~*~*~


Don't you know?


~*~*~


I am a killer.


~*~*~


Remember those times?


~*~*~


Too many deaths...


~*~*~


Remember the battles?


~*~*~


Too much blood...


~*~*~


Remember them? Your friends?


~*~*~


Too many losses...


~*~*~


What is it to be a hero?


~*~*~


Hero? I'm a killer.



~*~*~


Why are heroes killers?


~*~*~


Murders, so many, so many...


~*~*~


You're all alone.


~*~*~


I've always been alone.


~*~*~


You're alone and afraid.


~*~*~


Like old times.


~*~*~


Getting farther away?


~*~*~


How close is too close when they're so far away?


~*~*~


Missing them? Your friends that never were?


~*~*~


How can you miss the things that aren't there?


~*~*~


Do you know what those are?


~*~*~


The friends that weren't.


~*~*~


Then what do you want?


~*~*~


Something to hold onto.


~*~*~


Find it.


~*~*~


It's not anywhere here.


~*~*~


Where else?


~*~*~


It's not no where near.


~*~*~


Where is it?


~*~*~


I can't find it.


~*~*~


Do you really want to?


~*~*~


Not anymore.


~*~*~


Is this the way you wanted it?


~*~*~


What else would I have taken?


~*~*~


Lost the will to live?


~*~*~


Who said anything about living?

I'm already dead.



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Twisting, turning,

Fires burning,

Taunting, teasing,

Guilty pleasing.

Land of legends

Falling apart,

People die

From broken hearts.

A scream in the night

So subtly placed,

Yet one more life

Has now been erased.

The king is dead,

He's gone just now,

And Zelda cries

Through living hell.

With hands to her face,

Tears fall in into blood,

Torn up and twisted,

She cries,

Oh she cries.

Daddy's gone,

He's left this world,

Secrets gone,

They're been unfurled.

Ringing with pain,

Her land slowly dies,

And the princess still weeps in

Echoes of cries.

Hyrule screams

Music of moans,

Pain filled with horror

And hope killed with groans.

Deaths to the hundreds,

Races gone too,

And Zelda still cries

Since there's nothing to do.

Calming is nothing,

It never will be

And the princess still cries

So her people'll be free.

Wishing on stars

Will do them no good,

The land is in ruins,

It's just as it should

In the eyes of the killers,

The ones filled with hate,

The ones changing destiny;

Altering fate.

Dragmire laughs

Deep into the night,

Crumpled with horror

And murdered with fright.

Another death,

Another fool,

Just one more

Christmas in Hyrule...


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I'm okay...

(Let it whisper...)

I'm just fine...

(Am I alright?)

Everything's perfect.

(The world is shattering)

I don't need any help.

(I'm begging you, help me)

My life is just fine.

(The broken pieces filter through)

I'm just great.

(Into the empty dusk; they fade; they fall)

Nothing's wrong.

(Can't you see I'm lying?)

Of course nothing's wrong.

(Can't you see me crying?)

NOTHING IS WRONG, DAMMIT!

(I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm falling...)

Don't. Don't say that.

(Just help me, please)

I don't know what's wrong.

(I'm scared, so scared, scared of tomorrow)

I don't know why.

(Darkness rising, falling slowly)

No, it's okay.

(It's not, it's not, I'm scared)

Why am I doing this?

(I don't what's wrong)

WHY?

(Stop asking, stop asking)

WHY, DAMMIT?

(Please, stop, stop asking)

I'm sorry.

(I'm not, I'm not, I'm not sorry)

Forgive me?

(I have sinned, haven't I? Tell me of my sins...)

Things will get better.

(They have to)

People care.

(People care, they have to)

They care about me.

(Just listen, listen, listen)

They care.

(They don't understand)

It's not fair!

It's not fair!

WHY?

Why is life like this?

I'm sick of this shit,

I don't care if I'm swearing,

I won't care what I'm wearing,

Don't you see?

Don't you see?

I'm not free,

I'm the bird

Trapped in a cage

Beyond her age,

But can't escape

A fate so great.

WHY?

Why is life like this:

Like this,

Just like this,

With everything struggling,

Stumbling,

Breaking.

Why?

Why is there change,

Why can't things be like they used to,

When people used to care

A time when things were fair,

When I didn't care about my hair,

My friends,

My ends

Are detached by the strings

And the things

Are pulling my down

Too far underground.

I know,

I know,

I know I'm scaring you,

I'm sorry,

I'm sorry,

I'm not triyng,

But crying

Is the only way out,

Right now,

Just right now,

It's the only way out.

I'm sorry...

(I am)

Forgive me?

(Please, God)

Help me?

(PLEASE!)

I need something...

(Just lend me a hand)

Just help...

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Yesterday,

In the bathrooms

Of the school that I loathe

I was paid a compliment,

How fanciful was that?

"Very pretty."

Do I care?

Is it what I wear?

Is it who I am inside?

Can you abide

The truth of who I am

And where I stand,

Stuck in sand

And sinking fast,

It just won't last

Now will it?

Hands pulling hair

Cursing life,

It's just not fair

And vanities that laugh

And giggle

While I writhe and

While I wiggle.

Can't you see

That I need more?

There's nothing left for me in store

That I can see

Or I can be

Now feeling worthless

And a ditz

Without a talent

Nor a wit,

Can't you see that?

It seems you can't,

So here I stand

Stuck in sand

And fading quick

I won't be missed.

The clothes expensive

Fashion, style

Can't you see I think it's vile?

But I hide

I hide and try

Yet in the darkness,

I will cry.

It feels so fake,

I need to wake

From this dream

From fate's harsh schemes,

Can't you see I've had enough?

Enough with the makeup

The hair

The clothes

Enough with the boys

With those laughs

I suppose.

Don't you think

I've had enough

Of being with the

Clichéd bunch?

Perhaps this might be just a hunch,

But I can't take it,

Can't take much.

Scattered in my backpack

Is my life,

Ransack it for me,

Take it apart,

For I wouldn't care

I don't know where to start.

Can't.

Enough.

Shan't.

SHUT UP!

The writing, too

It's down the drain

For I care nothing of the fame.

They think

They think they know who I am

But can't you see I'm trying to stand

But stuck in sand,

Oh can't you see?

It's not who I want to be!

Skinny, short, petite at that

But I can't help feeling that I'm fat.

Twelve years old

And 80 pounds

Do you hear

Those gossip sounds?

The lies of those

That just aren't 'us'

But can't you just tell

That enough is enough!?

Blank-eyed,

Airy, looking dumb


With nice, small toes

and perfect thumbs.

The halls are growing

A bit more clouded

It's mystery I feel I'm shrouded,

Stuck inside

No where to hide,

Stuck in a body all my own

The endless hours on the phone

Rings of instant messenger

The life that must be messier

Not so complete

I'm not so complete

For you can hear of all my dreams

My life my worries

Oh I scheme

And plot revenge

No need to thank me

When I'm dead.

Scaring you?

Why would I care?

You don't know me,

You DON'T CARE!

I'm crying now

Oh can't you see

I really, really must be free

Just trapped and singled out

A red-eyed face

And full-lipped pout.

In trouble now

It seems that way

Like I can't stay here

Another day.

And the writing,

What of that?

What about how

I think I'm fat?

And how I struggle for good grades

Getting perfect all straight A's?

What of sports

I seem to humble,

Can't you see me falling?

Can't you see me stumble?

I don't want praise,

I won't need help

And you can see

Me scream and yelp

Throughout the pain

And all the strain

Am I just lame?

What about fame?

Becoming rich?

The hell I care

'Bout Abercrombie and Fitch.

The endless wardrobe

With so much

It's just not what I care to touch

It's what I have

The way I am

And now you see me,

Here I stand,

Just stuck in sand

Drowning miseries

Through poetries

Can't you see I need to be me?

Who?

Who is that?

Is that the girl who thinks she's fat?

The girl that can't even write at that?

Why?

Why would you care?

You're a stranger over there

And just right here

Where I stand slouched,

It's popular I've been pronounced.

On the favorites lists of many

But do I care?

Not if I had any.

Good reviews,

Like I even care,

It's just that life

Seems so unfair,

Don't you know?

Don't you know?

Don't you know how I feel?

When everything's stopped,

When nothing is real?

Don't you know?

Don't you know?

Don't you know how I feel?

I write to please

To feel at ease

And make new friends

That'll last through the ends

Of this beaten path

Who got me here last

Not so fast,

Don't leave me now

When I need you most

And I don't care how

Many flames it will take

Or how long I'll have to bake

In destiny's oven

Till I come out all right

With a dent,

No scrapes,

No fight.

Can't you see?

Can't you see

I just want out?

The Zelda section's

Gone to waste

With all the humor

Made with haste.

A drowning miasma

Of preteen writers

And valiant fighters,

It's so dumb,

I'm so numb,

And I feel so much older

Compared to that crap,

That writing with spelling mistakes

How long will it take?

Till they realize they've got

No talent?

I don't mean to sound mean

But you know what I mean?

"What?

You're only 12?"

Is that surprising?

Does it make you afraid

That I am better?

But see me fade...

Hate me

Love me

I don't care

It's life

And life is

Just not fair.

How many screams

Or cries will it take

For you to realize that I'm....

Fake?

I'm so real

That it makes you feel,

So real you want cry.

And here I stand

Stuck in sand

And fading quick.

The dances of darkness

Bring up the curtain,

Take away the fun,

You don't seem to like me

As you see I'm almost done.

"Are you alright?"

NO!

Can't you see

I'm not alright,

I need to see the light

At the end of the tunnel.

Too bad it's left,

Stolen,

A theft,

Too bad it's gone,

It's too bad it's gone.

Fingers are tapping

Endlessly to the rhythm

Of my life,

This keyboard,

Where I'm lured

Into a realm of suspicions

Premonitions

And 64-bits of imagination.

Can't you see?

Can't you see I want out??

Play along

And smile, nod

But you'll be crying

When I'm gone.

I wrote for you,

The reader,

To please you,

To make sense

Out of the things so dense

That make up life

And make up my strife

As I wander on the edge,

Drowning in the molten lead,

It's you I only

Live to please

You see me suffer form disease

Of stuck-up-syndrome

Writer's block

The time is coming

Watch the clock.

Yet you don't seem to care,

All you do is sit and stare

Looking at what I do

And wear

Yet you don't to want

To care.

It's amazing

How the cows stand in the fields grazing,

Like you people do

When you're reading my work

And my hurt

Not understanding it all.

"It's creepy

It's weird."

Are you afraid of me?

Fear not,

Don't be feared.

What do you think

I really am?

Just leave me alone,

Leave me alone,

I won't come home

I don't know who I am.

Don't say that.

Don't say you know how I feel,

You're so not real,

You don't know how I feel.

Don't say that,

Don't say I need to get some help, a friend

You know I have them through the end.

Don't say that

You will never care,

You will always

Gawk and stare.

Don't give me pity,

To hell with it,

I don't need that shit.

Get out of here,

I don't want you near.

So here I stand

Stuck in sand

And fading quick

Will I be missed?

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"Don't you remember me?"
Cries the farm girl,
She's losing,
It's Ingo abusing
The farm girl,
The farm girl,
Don't you remember her?
Red hair,
Fair skin,
Blue eyes,
But you don't seem to care,
You just want to win
You don't see how she cries.
It's bleeding,
The love
That never was,
Do you see?
Do you see?
Don't you see
That she'll never be free?
And you fight
Through the light
As she cries,
As she dies,
She remembers you,
She remembers you,
But what about her?
Don't you remember?

"Don't you remember me?"
It's the forest girl,
She cries,
Not lies,
She cries for you,
And you have left,
So cold,
You left
And now she's
Shivering,
Shuddering,
And now she's
Lying,
Crying,
Don't you see
That she's dying?
Remember the times
And the days
where you played?
It's all gone,
It has left,
You have left,
Remember her?
Don't you remember her?

"Don't you remember me?"
Look at this,
It's her,
Your fiancée,
She's cold,
It's frozen,
And you are gone,
Like you always are,
Just gone.
She can't cry,
Frozen tears
Never die.
But she wants
To see you,
To be you,
To be away from here,
Farther from there,
But you're gone,
Can't you see
That you're gone?

"Don't you remember me?"
It's Zelda,
The princess
With dreams,
Oh, those dreams.
No more schemes,
Can't you see
How she yearns,
How she burns
To meet you,
Treat you?
Teach you?
How do you look her,
Look her in the eye,
Walk away
Without helping,
How do you?
How do you do it?
Can't you see
That she needs you,
Your help,
Your grace?
Can't you see how
She longs to just see your face?
A disgrace,
You don't care.
It's not fair,
It's not fair.

"Don't you remember me?"
It's the girl from the desert,
Covered in rouge,
In kohl.
Where's her muse?
Did you take it?
Forgot her,
You forgot her it seems.
What about her dreams?
They're gone,
Can't you see?
They've been taken,
And shaken,
Forsaken,
She is so
Forsaken,
Remember her?
Trapped with witches,
Remember the girl?
That young desert girl?

"Don't you remember me?"
It's the fairy,
That fairy who
Helped guide your way,
But you didn't
Want to stay.
Down the drain,
Not the pain,
It stays,
It stays,
Remember the games?
Before all that fame?
No?
I guess you've forgotten,
Forgotten them all.
I guess you've forgotten them all.

When they don't remember you,
How will it be?
Will you remember me?
Won't you care?
Will you stare?
Stare at the fools
Who waited,
Remembered.
But the fires blown out,
They're cold now;
The embers.
Don't you wish to
See them?
Be with them?
Perhaps not,
Just a thought,
But they believed
That you cared,
Now just see
How they've bared
All that pain,
All that strain,
Yet you gain
Nothing,
Nothing at all,
You don't remember them,
Don't want to,
Don't have to,
But you do,
Oh you do,
Remember them?
Remember it now?
Perhaps not,
Just a thought
but I could've
Sworn I saw a tear?
Was it of fear?
Are you afraid
That things are far too grave?
Afraid of the past.
You don't want it to last,
So tormented,
Demented,
Twisted,
It turned,
It blew up,
How it burned.
Forgotten...
How does it feel
To forget crying girls,
Dying girls?
Hero,
Oh how does it feel?
Can you deal?
Is it real?
How do you feel?
How do you feel?
What about when you
Are forgotten?
How will it feel?
Will you deal?
Is it real?
How will it feel?
How will it feel?
When everyone forgets you,
How will it feel?
How does it feel?
What's it like to be forgotten?
Yes, how does it feel?
How does it feel, hero?
When you are forgotten,
Oh how does it feel
To be
Forgotten...

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She ponders that question,
She's waiting for you,
Can you see her?
Can you feel her?
She's waiting for you,
Boy of Fate,
She's asking the question,
Over and over.

It turns and
It twists,
Filling with hope,
That empty hope
That wished for
You.
And she cries;
Just for you, boy,
Oh she cries
Through the night.

The echoes
Of reflections
Scream for you,
Yet it's in vain.
Still she pines
And longs
And waits,
Hoping you'll be there
When morning comes,
Knowing that you won't.

Soft illusions
Play their games,
Making matters
More hopeless.
Do you love her?

She thinks,
Oh she thinks,
All day, all day,
And she sits
Near your form,
Your sleeping,
Silent form,
Wondering.
So curious is she,
And she needs
You more than
You want her,
Just believe...

Sometimes she cries,
When no one's around,
Not even near you,
No, sometimes it's far
Away from you.
Because looking at you,
With your eye still shut
For near seven years
Is almost too painful
For the princess
To bear.

She calls out
Your name,
Hoping,
Just hoping you'll
Hear what she's saying,
And listen with truth.
The echoes of
The longing voice
Become reflections
Of your past,
Ripples in the water
Disappearing
Oh-so-fast...

But it's real,
Yes it's real,
Even if just for
A minute,
A second,
A glimpse of you
In morning
Mists,
So subtle
It's not real.

For a moment,
She can hear you,
Hear your voice,
Feel your touch...
But the wind comes
With realization
That it was nothing,
Nothing at all.

Just the spring time's
Echoes and Reflections...

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Hide behind the smiles, Hide behind the smiles,

Hide away the tears, Hide away the tears,

Gotta try and stay away Gotta try and stay away

From all the secret fears From all the secret fears.

Where have you gone? I've left to try and

I miss you so much, Make it right,

Everything about you, To stop the battle,

Your soft gentle touch. End this fight.

The mask still sits, I've tried to find it,

Alone, like me, But with no avail,

Together's the way This is one task

I'd like us to be. That I feel I will fail.

The night shines bright, The night shines bright,

Just like your smile, Just like your smile

For you, I'd go For you, I'd go

The extra mile. The extra mile.

In a glimmer, I see you, Almost there,

But soon it all fades, Almost got the prize

And the moon slowly cries But the moons swiftly shakes

About the things he forbade. Confronting the disguise.

And as I slowly And as I slowly

Drift away, Drift away

At least I can hope At least I can hope

You'll be here the next day. You'll be here the next day.

And the moon And the moon

Greatly shakes, Greatly shakes

Providing great Providing great

Quakes... Quakes...

Kafei, Anju,

I'm dying, I'm dying

But I can see But I can see

That you're crying. That you're crying.

Great the morning

Slowly, we die

But for once we're together,

I can feel as we fly

Embrace the morning,

For once, together,

Together again,

Together forever.

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Empty


With blood on his hands,
He screams, he demands
The replies,
Not more lies,
Truth that will make it alright,
So he won't have to fight,
And it's night,
Getting dark.
There's a spark
In the flame,
He wonders why they claim
That he's a hero,
A savior,
A slayer,
He cries to the blackness
For it all seems so tragic,
And Zelda--her magic
Is slowly depleting.
She's meeting
The hero one day,
And she'll stay
In the courtyard and wait
For fate
To come change it
And break it
And start it again.
But Link's trying to be free,
The way it has to be
No one can see
That he needs to be free.
He's the bird in the cage
With the eyes filled with rage
And the hate,
Oh, the hate,
It's driving him mad
But it's making him glad
And he wants to be free,
But he's not,
It's so hot,
It's so cold,
Wrapped in ice,
Fires twice,
It's intoxicating,
All this pain,
All this shame,
So addicting
And they are predicting
Just who will survive
And just what
Will thrive
Since the land has gone cold
And the hero's less bold,
Everything just seems so...
Empty.
The evil man
Looks at his hands,
So torn up and bloody,
He's muddy,
He's soiled
His plans have been foiled,
Is there a way out?
With a scream and a shout
He falls to the ground,
Yet it makes no sound
And the hero comes to fallen beast,
It's alright, it's alright, at least
He has the master sword,
But a scream, it's heard
From the princess
As the hero falls down,
He frowns,
That desert man
Reaches up,
One last touch,
The need has been done,
He's down two to one,
But everything just feels so...
Empty...


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Who's face is beyond
that scar-filled mask?
Who are you really
may I ask?

Or can you
see behind the face?
The truth is vanishing
without a trace.

Have the battles
truly made you break?
You don't look much like a hero,
perhaps you're a fake.

The scars and cuts;
they tell no lies.
You must be a hero,
see how red the blood dries.

You don't look happy,
no, not at all.
Did the great evil spirit
finally make you fall?

Boy, I see you
have a knife.
What's that you're doing?
Are you all right?

Perhaps on the contrary,
it looks as though you've had a scare.
But fate works in mysterious ways,
I know, it's just not fair.

It's not fair at all, boy,
that I know.
But we can't escape,
you cannot go.

You look disturbed, Link;
rather depressed.
Heavens, boy;
you're such a mess.

I see you looking
at the tool.
Will you do it?
Or continue playing the fool?

You know you want to,
it's the only way.
You can't go on like this,
t's too hard day by day.


The solitary knife
is waiting by your side.
Is this truly what you want?
Are you sure you can abide?

You pick it up,
is that I a grin I see?
You really are happy?
This cannot be.

It must be what you
really need.
I see you raising the knife
with a quickening speed.

If it's really
the right choice,
then why can't you stop hearing
that worrying voice?

Having second thoughts,
little hero?
Starting to think you're
only a zero?

Choosing the right
path isn't easy...
Are you really all right?
You look rather uneasy.

It seems that you're
a bit unnerved;
can't quite decide
which way to swerve.

Will you keep life
as it is now?
Or will you shut the final curtain,
and lastly take a bow?

It's not an easy thing,
it's not...
But come to it, boy,
you're lost in thought.

You haven't got all
day to waste.
I see you're ready,
just don't make haste.

That maniacal smile
clothes your mouth,
and a look in your eyes
creates silent shouts.

You can finally be free....
You can finally be home....
You can finally be with ones you best know...

There you go to it,
holding the dagger.
That same grin appears,
making you stagger.

You're walking towards
the drafty window,
protecting yourself from
the things you best know.

It's those things that
aren't friends
that tear at your soul.
It'll be over soon, everything ends.

Taking your time, boy,
I see it in those eyes.
The eyes that fate has punished,
the eyes that fate despised.

This is all about fate,
is it not?
Fate is the thing
that you've so often sought.

For fate was your killer,
and you're already quite dead.
No use living any longer
to damage your head.

So really this knife
is only a accessory,
a thing used by death
as a simple necessity.

You're raising the blade
to the top of your chest,
it'll all soon be over,
nothing more to confess.

The blood spills like
rubies, brilliant and bright.
You can't feel a thing,
and you're covered with fright.

Can't you feel it, boy?
Is the pain not going?
What's happening boy?
I can sense your anger growing.

Having second thoughts,
I see, yes that's what it seems.
But second thoughts won't hear you
when you turn and scream.

It seems the pain is setting in,
your world; a living Hell.
And now it's hard to hear
the dawning of the morning bell.

You're senseless, boy,
you cannot feel.
And no one's there
to watch you spill.

Can you feel your heart?
Dancing with the beat?
Or is it just a burning flame,
a terrible, endless heat?

The smile is gone with
a look of true grief,
life's already gone,
plundered by a thief.

Is this what you wanted?
It's nearly coming now,
and you now say goodbye to friends,
creating secret vows.

Tell Zelda not to Worry,
Tell Saria not to despair,
Tell Malon not to cry
Tell Mido not to care.

Tell them all that
it wasn't because of them,
he would've done it anyway,
no need to break the stem.

You're fading boy,
you're time is almost here.
It's gonna be okay, boy,
there's nothing left to fear.

Don't deny that feeling,
that feeling of relief.
You feel your soul uplifting,
a sweet victorious defeat.

The crimson liquid;
watch it flow.
Watch it ooze and stream,
you know it's time to go.

Can't stop now, boy,
you now you're almost there.
Are there really faces on the wall?
Boy, it just the continual stare.

The walls;
it seems they're closing in.
I hear your little wishes,
yes, your praying to Din.

But They can't hear you,
They don't care.
No one ever really knows,
and it'll never truly be fair.

You can't hide
from the hidden,
you can't run
from the forbidden.

It seems you're
turning mad.
It seems as though
you've finally been had.

No, my boy, suicide
was the right thing.
Can't you start to hear
the silent angels sing?

How melodious it is, boy,
listen to the sounds,
hear them beating in your heart,
the thousand-million pounds.

It's over now,
you've done the deed
but is it what you wanted?
Now that you're finally freed?

True paradise surrounds you,
it seems that you're at peace,
no longer torn and shattered,
once again in a hole piece.

How does it feel, boy?
Is it wonderful and great?
Do old fears still haunt you?
Can you still taste the hate?

No, it's over now,
you're free.
Watch that grin appear again
as you laugh in glee.

You finally are free....
You finally are home....
You finally are with ones you best know...
Does it make you happy?


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Fan
By Chica: Tofu Ninja

Is it more than a game?
How'd it get all this fame?
Is it really right
To make Link fight?
What about seeing the light,
Seeing the truth,
There's nothing to lose,
Is there?
Not like we care,
Us fans,
We don't care
About what other people think
Of our obsessions,
Our collections
Of faux-ocarinas and swords,
Just so we're not bored,
We press start one more time,
As our thumbs collect grime
And dust
But it must
Be unhealthy, mustn't it?
Doesn't it
Seem so strange
And almost deranged
To be glued to the screen?
Do you know what I mean?
Is it really more than a game?
Of course,
Of course,
The fans say yes,
But Link's life is a mess,
And he's not real,
So why do we feel
Artificial love
For this game sent from above?
Is it the graphics?
The story-line so tragic?
Perhaps the magic
Of the seventh sage
Will even amaze
The most skeptical players,
The most talented slayers,
And every time we play,
Day after day,
We don't get tired.
Are we wired?
Hooked on?
What is the difference?
On the brink of addiction
And fanfiction,
Who knows the fine line?
But this game's so divine,
Captivating, amusing,
It's even fun while losing,
Is it not?
Just a thought...
Are we like the hero?
Treated as a zero?
Can we relate
To Saria's fate
Of broken friends
And mangled ends?
What about Malon,
The no-mother-disease,
Is it something we know?
Does it put us at ease?
Or what about the princess?
Does she help us confess
Our troubles, our dreams?
Our plots and our schemes?
Perhaps it's Ganon we relate to best,
Putting evil to the test,
But maybe Rauru, his familiar feel,
Does it appeal?
Is it about relating to
The characters?
Is it even more than a game?
But...
It must be,
Trust me,
It must be,
Right?
See the light,
The game almost Holy,
The hero so lowly,
And the artists keep on going,
The writers write, they sure aren't slowing,
And what will bring the end
Of this raging masquerade?
We are...
We are fans...
We have demands
For the newest console,
We feel it in our soul
That Zelda will always be there,
And when things just aren't fair
We can turn the game on,
Play Link like a pawn,
For get our troubles
On the double,
Escape from life,
From strife,
And just relax,
Learn new attacks.
How can it be so?
How can it be
More than a game?
Do we wish for it be
That way?
Do we wish for another
Day
Of gaming to the extreme?
By all means,
We want it to last,
But alas,
It'll end...
Will we mend?
The lasting legacy
Will never be free,
Torn apart by greedy hands;
They're our demands
To get it first,
Unscramble the verse
And save the girl,
Dance and twirl,
Sit back and enjoy,
It's really no ploy,
Just entertainment,
So we shouldn't lament
On memories of this creation?
Should we?
Or is it not real,
Or is it more?
More than a game?
A debate
Between fate,
Real world,
Dream world,
Where's the dividing line?
Is it behind
Hyrule Town?
Where the Triforce is found?
Is that what makes us believe
That it's more than a game?
We're confused,
It's misused,
At the end of the fuse,
Struggling to truly see
If they ever will be free,
If Ganon will come back,
If it's wisdom Zelda lacks,
We try so hard,
Us fans,
It seems we never learn.
Is it, though?
Is it more than a game?
It must be,
Agree with me,
It's more than a game,
It's more than that,
But at any cost,
We'll find out
When the screen flashes,
"You've Lost."
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Fatal Farms
by: chica

She's stuck in her tracks,

Unable to move,

So evidence against him though,

Nothing to prove.

But you can tell by her face

that it's no lie,

You can tell by the way

She screams and she cries.

There's no way out,

There's not one coming,

She can only hear

That distant humming

When it's quiet at night,

When it's just no use

To put up a fight.

Sweet dreams

Aren't as sweet as they seem,

Bad things are everywhere,

Only if you look to care.

She hides in the corner,

Alone; filled with terror,

She's just his slave,

A burden-bearer.

There's nothing to do

But to sit and to wait,

Quietly hoping

For fate to take place.

He lifts a fist,

Into her side,

There's nothing to do though,

There's no where to hide.

It hurts her,

She falls,

Once repeated,

She calls.

No one hears

Her silent fears.

No one comes

To make things un-done.

Midnight strikes,

All is not well,

For you can see

How she does not speak,

She does not tell.

Another blow,

This one to the face,

Open and bruised,

Right to her base.

Screams erupt from the barn,

Into the skies,

But nothing can save her,

Not even white lies.

He doesn't give up,

He laughs and he jeers,

Not listening well to her

Terror-filled cheers.

Inside she, dies,

Outside she cries,

But there's no hope left,

Not quite any,

It's been spent,

Down to the last penny.

Yet another hit,

Blood pouring out,

He's serious now,

Not much of a doubt.

Falling slowly,

Watch her fade,

Not another move

Is played.

Streaming tears

Fall away,

Hoping that

She'll be able to stay.

But fatal wounds

Are open, torn.

Now she's wishing

She was never born.

He doesn't stop,

He doesn't care,

He doesn't now

Blood's everywhere.

The drunken man

Blunders around,

Finding the girl

that's already been found.

She prays to Momma,

Daddy too,

Watching purple bruises

change blue.

No one hears her silent prayers.

Not one answer, no one cares.

A final hit,

It's to the head,

But it doesn't matter,

She's already dead...

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When it flashes,

'Game Over', there's nothing to do,

You sit and you wait,

Try not to be blue.

But really,

How discouraging it is

To sit and stare

Like cherry fizz.

That game makes me angry,

Quite a bit mad,

But at times,

It's more fun than ever I've had.

Oh, that 'Game Over',

It gets to me,

I want to say,

"Just let me be!"

Let me start over,

Beat it once more,

Please don't leave me there

To snore.

The pointless words

Mean nothing at all,

Who really cares if

You make poor Link fall?

He's not hurt,

He's not even real,

I mean,

C'mon, he can't even feel!

So a simple 'Game Over'

Shouldn't stop him,

Shouldn't stop me

From trying to win.

A petition against

'Game Over's?

That'd be less likely

Than magenta Land Rovers.

So we have to

Grin and bear,

Continue on,

Try not to care.

It seems death

Becomes him, yes, that's right,

He always dies

Towards the end of a fight.

And it makes me mad,

To watch him die,

And there I sit,

To cry and cry,

Because my game

Was ruined by two words,

Silent words that

Just aren't heard.

So when the next

'Game Over' speaks,

Forget about it

Till next week.

Try to be strong,

Try to be tough,

'Game Over's can't last forever,

Enough is enough!

Death to the words,

Death to them now,

Hit 'em with a BAM

A CRASH

And a POW.

Be strong in these

Times of worry,

Try not to give in

To this angered flurry.

Remember,

You're better than a

Simple game,

It simply always

Will be lame.



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"Have you seen my darker side?"
She grins
It wins
Your attention
His affection
She strives for perfection
So they won't know
The other side
The darker side
So they won't know
How she feels
She runs fast
The troubles
Hyrule's broken past
It all was so long ago
It's what they don't think
That Zelda knows
You haven't seen the other side,
It wants to fight
Stay up at night
Down with the light,
She wants to fight.
You haven't seen
That darker side.

"Have you seen my darker side?"
The scars bear all
And he bears pain
Watch him struggle
Watch him strain
As life falls slowly
Down the drain,
It seems there is far too much
Pain.
Have you seen that side?
With all that anger?
Watch out
Danger
You haven't seen it
I can see
But he is sobbing
Not quite free
From memories
Of hate
Of cruel fate
That burns
And claws
Its only cause
To inflict pain,
That pain, that pain
You haven't seen
His darker side.

"Have you seen my darker side?"
She asks with charm,
It'll do you no harm,
Or will it?
She'll fill up
Your head with images
And ideas of a free land
While she takes a stand
And leads her race
With shocked looks
On her face
As she's shunned from her clan.
"Oh, isn't this grand?
Care to see my darker side?"
It's something you cannot abide.
Seduction,
Abduction of money
Stolen from the rich
And given to the poor,
She's gone before you shut the door.
You think you know,
Don't you?
You've yet to see
Her darker side.

"Have you seen my darker side?"
Asks the green-haired girl,
She's a jewel,
It takes no fool
to see that she needs to
Be praised,
On a pedestal,
Raised,
But inside,
Oh, inside,
She cries for old friends,
And picks up broken ends
Of her heart,
Their so small,
She can't find them all
And she scream out in pain,
Yet it's all in vain
Because no one knows
Of her
Darker side.

"Have you seen my darker side?"
Hear the old man cry,
Watch him slowly die,
He's been forgotten
Twice time two,
There's nothing left
For him to do.
Searching for more
Clues about the past,
Inside he knows that
It won't last,
The land won't last.
The sage of light
Is getting older,
And the land
Is getting colder,
But it seems that
Everything
Has been cut off,
Including strings
That bound everything together...

"Have you seen my darker side?"
It's the Zora princess,
But she's such a mess,
Watch her as she will confess
Her love for the hero.
"Does he love me back?
Is there something I lack?
Why won't Ganon stop the attacks?"
Questions swirl around her head
As she thinks of Hyrule
She can't help but feel
She is the fool.
"Is his love true?
Is there something I can do?
Why am I like this,
Through and through?"
And she thinks,
as the world clinks
And pounds
To the beat
Of a drum
Not her own.
She doesn't think...
She doesn't think that you
Have noticed
To see
Her darker side.

"Have you seen my darker side?"
The farm girls tries,
The farm girls lies,
She tries
To get away from him,
She lies,
Pretends it's all a fib,
But the bruises show
And the scratches show
And the blood shows
That it's not a dream,
Although it may seem
Not so real,
She must deal
With the things she can feel,
For there is no hiding
Or abiding
The harsh punishment
For simply living.
She wants to get out of
Her darker side.

"Have you seen my darker side?"
Lo,
The last Sheikah,
So alone,
So afraid,
With thoughts
So deranged
As she remembers
Their deaths,
Nothing's left
To hold onto,
To remember the
Good times,
When it's the bad
That's mad her mad,
It's
So sad,
So tragic,
The race is destroyed,
They were
Toyed
With and
Taunted,
Now Impa is haunted
With the
remembrances
Of
A darker side.

"Have you seen my darker side?"
The desert man,
He screams,
He schemes.
His heart is darkened,
By all means
And weakened
With dreams
And schemes
Or wealth
And theft
But it seems that there
Is nothing left
But a shallow reminder
Of a once-powerful race,
With a broken-up past,
He's such a disgrace
To the whole of his people,
His wishes,
So feeble,
It's not so easy
Being evil.
And out,
Falls down
His darker side.

"Have you seen my darker side?"
A side filled with dragons
And fire
And might,
It seems Darunia
Can't see the light,
As much as he tries,
As much as he lies,
It will always be there,
Though people won't care
And it just won't be fair,
There's no time to spare
As the Goron remembers
A side lost in the past,
It's fading now
Fast,
And he wishes
He could remember
That side,
That side,
He wishes he could
Bring back
The darker side.

"Have you seen my darker side?"
It's Sheik...
Or is it the fair princess?
Can Sheik confess
His true identity
Or her true persona?
Or is it lost,
Between good,
Between bad,
It's driving him mad,
Lost,
She's just lost,
Oh,
He's lost in confusion
And trying to repel
Away from the mountain
Of life
That causes his strife,
Confusion is bleary,
And life seems so dreary,
It seems that Sheik's lost
In his darker side...

"Have you seen my darker side?
The one that always
Wants to hide,
But it gets out at times,
It does,
It gets to the real world
And everything is unfurled
As we see things in
Mixed colors
With black and white
And we step back
From the bright light,
Because it's so blinding
To our dimmed eyes,
We have to try
And make sure that
These things don't
Get into the fire,
While we tire
Endlessly to make
The perfect reputations
True,
And through and through,
The lies amount
To everything we are,
But perhaps...
If you could see
My darker side...."

It seems...
That things...
Aren't always...
As they'll seem...
And even in dreams...
The darker ones scheme...
And try to make that side prevail...
While they chase their own tails...
It seems nothing falls
To keep them from admitting
Their faults,
Their mistakes,
Whatever it'll take
To get rid of that side,
To fall down and hide,
But perhaps,
Just perhaps,
If we let darker sides win,
We could let all the
Better things saunter
Right in...




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I was jealous,

It wasn't fair.

I tried so hard,

She didn't care.

I was full of envy,

Jinxed and cruel,

Everything that I did

Made me look like a fool.

He had what I wanted,

A friendship so pure,

Something I needed,

To make me feel sure.

It was why I hated him,

Loathed him to bits,

Despite his countless

Crying fits.

The green-eyed monster

Played a part,

But didn't help get

To her heart.

I cut her grass,

Tried to be nice,

But I guess it simply

Didn't suffice.

They'd walk together,

Such close, good friends,

Made more anger,

It stayed till the end.

When he left,

I loved that day,

But they'd always be

So close that way.

I smiled,

She cried,

When I saw it,

I died.

It broke me heart

To see her sad,

Though since he was gone

It made me glad.

It didn't help though,

Not at all,

Just worsened

Slight power's fall.

A disgrace,

Can't show my face,

Want to be with her,

But maybe it's something more.

Maybe it was a game

'Tween myself and me,

A battle of sides

To see who is free.

Nothing won,

Everything faded,

Even the sword,

So double bladed.

I wish I could say sorry,

Just apologize,

Too bad I'm not strong,

Let alone wise.

I'm sorry Link,

Wherever you are,

And I wish you good luck

On a shooting star.

If I see you again,

Remember this, alright?

No more yelling,

Not even a fight.

So this is to Link,

To where he may be,

Just wanted to tell you,

We all are more free.

Because of you,

I'm stronger now,

I feel afraid though,

I wish we were pals.

You left,

It hurt,

We all felt

Like pieces of dirt.

So I'm sorry, Link,

It's really true,

I hope you're okay,

I honestly do.

Goodbye Link,

So long for a while,

Until we meet again,

Let's erase all sorrow.

That's the way

The end it, yes,

It feels so good,

It's off my chest.

I hope Saria's okay,

Can't wait to see you

In a future day.

It'll get better,

I promise you, really,

But I'd better end it soon,

Before it gets touchy-feely.

I'm sorry, Link...

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iInnocence/i



"What is to be innocent?"
Asks the princess with a tear,
Afraid of everything,
Afraid of just pure fear.
Around her,
Is a sparse enclosure
Keeping her inside,
Making her hide
From the life she must live,
From all she must give,
For the innocence is gone
And now she is a pawn
In this game of hate,
Of this cruel, harsh fate,
With blood on her hands,
She screams out,
She demands,
And asks "Where did it go?"
Now the blood starts to flow
In her veins,
Stirring pains
And memories of when
She was carefree,
When she could be
Just a little girl,
In the big world,
But childhood went by too fast,
She now wishes it had last,
For everything has cast
Her into a world of deceit
Of lies,
And the princess cries
And she shies
Away, trying to get back
To where there are no attacks,
To a place where she can be
What she is now not,
It's innocence that Zelda's sought,
But now she sits inside to rot,
Wondering where it all went,
When it all left.
When daddy died?
When Impa first cried?
When Ganon lied?
When did it happen,
It's something she can't fathom
Anymore than she can understand,
It's where she stands, though,
It's where she cannot go,
There is no way
To redeem what is lost,
And at any cost,
She cannot have it back,
It is what she now lacks,
Innocence...
Cannot find darkness
In the light.
At certain point,
The innocence
Will start to fade..
Innocence...


"What is it to be innocent?"
With eyes tormented,
Link's lamented
Of the scars,
And near and far
He's fought the beasts,
And at least
He's tried to regain
What he's lost,
Though there is a thin line
He has crossed,
For he is no longer so innocent,
He has seen the blood,
He has seen it flood,
He has won the fight,
He has gained new might,
But there once was time
When all around him
He could find
Innocence inside his mind,
Where has it gone now?
It's left, yes, but how?
Through all the blood
That has left his scrapes,
From every time he's cursed the fates,
Innocence is lost
Through those,
Innocence cannot be bold,
Cannot stand up and
Win the fight,
It is foolish to anoint
The wounds,
To heal them,
For it is the soul
That must be helped,
And must be felt,
Expressed,
For he has seen too much,
It's just a hunch,
But heroism
Took away the innocence
That once danced in his eyes,
That forbid him to cry,
He's watched that innocence die,
Because it is no longer here,
It is not longer near,
No way to go back,
It's been lost in attack.
Visions of what used to come
Strike him dead,
They make him numb,
And he wants the one thing
He can't have,
The only thing that will
Make him glad,
That'll make things
Just a bit less sad,
That'll make his heart
A bit less bad,
For now he is mad,
Almost insane
From the pain,
From the strain,
From the sheer
Lack of
Innocence...




"What is it to be innocent?"
The green-haired girl
Shakes her head,
Not understanding
That the Deku Tree is dead.
It is from her shelter
That she hides,
It is what she cannot abide,
What she does not know,
What she refuses to believe.
At night, it does not leave,
The sense of knowing that
The world isn't so good,
That things aren't as they should,
Still she believes what the tree
Had told her,
That everyone is good at heart,
And innocence is a start
That will keep the mind healthy,
That will keep the heart wealthy,
It'll make the body stealthy,
But she knows that around her
There are not-so-good things,
There are strings
Attached to what people
Think is the right thing to do,
Yet through and through
They end up crying,
End up lying.
"Why is there pain?"
She asks in vain,
For the answer is there,
In the faces of all,
In the big and the small,
There is pain,
With only hurt to gain,
It is everywhere,
and makes the Sage
Hug her knees
And rock back and forth
Trying to please
Just herself
And also everyone else,
Trying to find out if
Things will ever be different,
If people will always be so flippant
With the decisions
and what they think is the precision
To understand people,
But really,
All that needs to be
Given to all,
The big and small,
Is what is not there.
Saria tries to care,
But it just feels not fair
That the world must suffer so,
And why the homeless
Have no where to go,
But perhaps,
Just perhaps,
All they need
Is
Innocence...



"What is to be innocent?"
But Ganondorf,
He already knows,
And it already shows
That he himself
Is not what is it to be innocent.
Inside his prison,
He asks it out loud,
He is proud,
He is ashamed,
But it is himself
Who is to blame
For all the tears
Throughout the years,
And every death
And every theft
Was blamed on him,
Everything grim
Was because of him,
He doesn't deny it
And if he even tried it
He would be dead,
For he is already stuck in the lead,
Drowning in hell,
Yes, it's easy to tell
That he lacked innocence,
But now?
Now he wants it back,
For it is what he lacks,
What would make things
Good again,
But yet again,
He is evil,
His wishes are feeble,
For he will not escape
This life so great,
Always he will be in chains,
Always he will feel the pains
Because he did not have a heart,
Because he got a too-fast start,
Now those mistakes
Hunt him down,
Bring him to the ground,
Staring, he is face to face
With reality's harsh grace,
And soon he will be gone,
Without a trace
For he was lacking.
He was lacking
Innocence...



"What is to be innocent?"
Nabooru asks.
Does stealing amount
To being good at all?
Taking from the weak,
The small,
Is not right,
But she must fight
To bring forth a race,
Tall and with grace,
They will survive,
They will stay alive,
Yet they have not
A good heart,
A weakness,
It is a weakness
She will not believe.
"Innocence...
That is not important."
It's something
She can't understand,
Because her people demand
Food and shelter,
But things are so helter-skelter
That sometimes,
When things aren't looking good,
Perhaps if she would be able
To see on the other side,
But no,
It's what she can't abide,
And innocence is just
Not there,
It never will be,
Yet, she doesn't care.
For it is something
She knows not,
But why is that
She wants it sought?
Because what you
Can never have,
Is what you always want,
and it will always tease you,
Always will it taunt,
Try to pierce the skin,
And try to win.
She sits on the sand,
Trying to stand,
Trying not to sink,
Trying to think
Of a way
That tomorrow will be
A better day,
But no ideas are coming,
And she's strumming
Her fingers against the ground,
She feels that she has broken-down,
Standing up is almost impossible,
It's improbable that tomorrow
Will make any difference,
Because it's that same ignorance
That sets her race apart,
But they do have a heart,
It's just that they don't have
That sort of
Innocence...



"What is it to be innocent?"
It is Sheik,
Or perhaps the princess,
But she must confess,
He doesn't know,
And she cries
Whilst he sighs,
Together, they die,
Remembering all
That is not here,
And everything
They do know fear.
One becoming the other,
It's starting to smother
Each other
In a body not their own,
To be alone
Will never be
The same again
While good times end
And others begin,
They try to fit in,
But half the princess,
Half the Sheikan slayer,
Doesn't make the right impression,
Trying to find
What is not there,
They both know,
They both know
What they are missing,
And it is simply
Innocence...


"What is to be innocent?"
The nanny remember,
Impa remembers
The fire's bright embers
That destroyed it all,
The big, the small,
She remember it all,
The death of a race,
She remembers the look on
Everyone's face
As they slowly burned
And she herself turned
Her back on the others,
And even her mother,
She left in hopes
Of a better life,
To end the strife
Of being put down
And being let down,
Yet did she find it?
Did she find it?
She tries to hide it,
Tries to hide the truth,
Yet sometimes it gets on the loose
And gives her a fright,
"In the darkness shines the purest light."
She remembers what her mother said,
But now mother-dear is dead,
So what good will it do?
She has no where to run to,
For the princess needs helping,
She's already yelping,
But no longer in need
Of bedtimes stories to heed,
The princess is no longer little,
No longer so innocent,
Impa is bent
On trying to think that she is,
So she herself will have not
To remember the bad things,
Before the end came,
Before the end
Of her
Innocence...


"What is to be innocent?"
And she broke down crying,
And started lying,
Telling herself
That it wasn't like that,
Telling herself that she wasn't fat,
That people weren't bad,
That she wasn't sad,
Because no one could see
That she just wasn't free,
Longing not to know so much,
Longing just to have the touch
Of a new-child's serenity,
For all around her,
There is no innocence,
In her town, even,
In that safe town,
Innocence has left.
She remembers,
Years back,
When there was an attack,
When there was a real death,
A murder, it was real,
And she couldn't feel
Because she was so young,
But it gave her a new sense,
That is wasn't too safe anymore,
That it was always right to lock the door,
Because all around her,
There is evil
And feeble wishes
For the world to change
Will just make the crazy deranged,
No matter what new laws enforce,
It will always be there, of course.
And in sleep?
Will in the future,
It even be safe?
For already,
There is insanity breeding
Black death,
And each night,
There's a theft,
Innocence has left...
In her life,
Although she is young,
And she likes to have fun,
It is gone...
Innocence...


We have seen...
We have seen so much,
We have seen so many things,
And often we've wished to have wings
To fly away from life itself,
So we could live in better health,
But really,
All we want is that time,
Filled with nursery-rhymes,
When everything seemed heaven-sent,
All we want...
It's innocence...


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Interpretations



I wonder if Link ever gets sick

Of getting the shortest end of the stick?

Perhaps Zelda might get weary

Of acting prissy, dull and dreary.

Hey, even Ganon might get bored,

He may get sick of being killed by a sword.

During morning, during noon,

During night, we must play soon!

Every time our mind's on Link,

We think he's a hero, we think he -can't- think.

With the press of start, the game begins,

It doesn't end until we win,

Forcing Link and others, too

To sit and wait with nothing to do

But run around at our finger tips

While we watch those dialogue clips

Of the words that they aren't saying,

It's the game that we keep playing.

Hey, even a hero -must- get tired,

Yet he's always awake--is he wired?

And Ganon never seems to age;

Is he still locked up in that cage?

In the realm where evil lives?

Far from where the princess fibs?

Could it be, Link needs some rest?

Let's put our knowledge to the test.

What is it really that we know?

Have we learned anything? Does it show?

Well, we're only here to play the game,

We're not like Link who gets the fame.

But, really, what goes on inside?

You know, deep between their minds?

Does Link really think Zelda's hot?

Does Zelda think he's hella not?

What about of favored villain?

Does he like to spend time chillin'

With his old Gerudo pals,

The minions, Dark Knuts and the Stals?

Does Link take to time to smell the roses?

Has he noticed it seems Ganon's got a few noses?

And Zelda dear, she can't be well,

She might have no more prophecies to tell.

Is that why she has such a small part?

Is it why we always start

To wonder what they really do,

With hands to chins, and eyes so glued.

Glistening glowing, pupils big,

Wait, hang on, is that a wig

That Malon's wearing?

Even Ganondorf just might be caring,

But, alas, we wouldn't know,

And it shows, oh yes, it shows

Through the stories we make up

With fairy tales and tough break-ups.

Maybe they're not like that at all,

Maybe Link is really small--

Short, I mean, but no one knows,

And like I said, I know it shows.

Little Zelda's got green brows,

So does Malon live with cows?

Does Ganondorf enjoy to swim?

Is King Zora actually trim?

Hah, that's not a likely thought,

But it's just knowledge that I've sought.

Maybe Ruto dislikes Link,

Maybe Rauru's been stuck in the clink.

Maybe Darunia hates that song,

Heck, maybe Impa wear a thong,

After all, her suit's too tight,

Maybe Zelda likes to fight.

Nabooru just might be

Opposed to the idea of ever being free,

Maybe Ganon likes to lose,

Maybe Link just hates to chose

His own nice life,

He -could- play the fife

Instead of the Ocarina,

He could dance the Macarena

To warp from every place to place,

Maybe he hasn't got a handsome face.

And yet again, we wouldn't know,

And I'm afraid that factor shows

In some of our crazy, messed up fics,

With theories that Ruto might have ticks,

And that Link's in love with Saria,

Who, in disguise, just might be Daria.

Where is that we get these thoughts?

Are they found in MM's holographic box?

They just might hide beneath the cartridge,

And Rauru just -might- be a partridge,

After all, he is an owl,

And maybe Link really likes to howl.

It's just part of the mystery,

So we won't now, it's not meant to be.

But where to all the secrets lie?

Because it seems we always try

To map out each and everyone,

Every one character, forgetting none.

Ideas that Link's the depressed hero,

Feeling as though he's a zero.

Thinking Zelda's not-so-smart,

Thinking that she has no heart.

Feeling Ganon's not so bad,

It could be blue in which Link's clad.

We think that we just know it all,

Contrary, though, to all our beliefs,

Link might not wear boxers, he just might wear briefs.

Not that we really -wanted- to know,

But maybe it's time for me to go...

So if the truth will come one day,

We've got ideas that'll last and stay.

(Even if they sometimes...go astray...)


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Link,
He's just a hero,
Nothing more.
Right?
Isn't that right?
Just a hero,
A machine
for killing
and slaying
and fighting.
Just someone
That can't feel
And can't understand
What everyone else can.
Just a hero,
Isn't that right?
And it's right that
There's no thanks,
No moment of glory.
And it's right that
no one seems to care.
And it's right that
it'll never be fine,
for him at least.
Isn't that right?
Isn't he just a hero?
We perceive the things
That are obvious,
so obvious,
but what if there was
something more?
More than meets the eye.
Not just a hero,
But that would be wrong.
He's just a hero,
and heroes are nothing.
They're nothing to them,
and they never will be,
They're nothing to her
So he'll never be free.
There's a load
On his back,
It's getting heavier,
Isn't it?
Isn't that right?
It's growing
And filling
And piling up,
But the people
Walk by and watch
And stare
And stare,
And they leave,
Just like that,
They leave him alone.
Should it be like that?
Should it be that way?
But how many ways
Can there be
And which one is right?
Or is it
Which one is wrong?
Memories come back
To haunt him,
Taunt him,
Make him afraid.
But what are heroes
Afraid of, anyway?
Nothing,
Isn't that right?
It's memories,
It's those memories.
The things that
No one else has,
The things that
Make him crazy,
Make him who he is,
Make him a hero.
Because no one remembers
The blood
Or
The fighting
Or
The deaths
Or
The sages
Or
Anything like that.
Only the hero,
It's only the hero,
Isn't that right?
And they say
That a hero
Wouldn't understand things.
But what about them?
Can they understand
What he feels?
What he remembers?
He's stronger than you,
Not in strength,
Not that strength.
Stronger in a different way,
Isn't that right?
For if you had to hold
All of the memories,
You would break,
Isn't that right?
Isn't that right?

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Bad timing

Creases away,

Falls away

Into the darkness.

Whenever I

Loved him,

It was always

Too late.

Yet again,

One more moment

Slowly ends,

One more memory

Slowly begins.

But it's all the same,

To me at least.

Mistakes glow

Around my shoulders,

Coldness seeping from

My mouth.

Harsh reality dictates

Cruel words,

And for another time,

He is broken again.

For I was the one

That bestowed

All upon him,

I made him who he

Is...

Or was...

It was me,

But it is not

What I wanted.

Every try,

Every hope,

Any hope

Drained away.

Useless attempts

Add on to my life.

But I should be thankful,

A princess,

Got everything, right?

Right?

Not what I want,

Not what I need.

It's a chance.

A chance to

Change things.

To make him

Forget his past,

Or the other way around,

To make us

Forget his past.

It has been written,

It shall be done...

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It's over, right?

It's finally done?

So soon, so quick,

It's over?

But something is not right,

It's something in the air,

Something dark unraveling,

The land's becoming bare.

It's over, right?

I tried so hard,

I worked and fought and bled and cried,

It's over,

It's finally over, right?

What's this I see before my eyes,

This flash;

It's bright and shining.

Mysterious, yes,

Familiar, it is,

But with no name it shines on,

Penetrating the end,

Destroying the hope.

It's over right?

It must be,

It has to be.

I want out of here,

I want to go home.

I want to find Navi,

Don't want to be all alone.

It's over, right?

Don't tell me,

Don't tell me.

Don't say that,

It can't be true.

It's all over,

The mask is no more,

It's over, right?

But the light is

Growing,

Keeps on going.

Over the hills,

Beyond the woods

To find what once was lost,

But I thought I'd found.

Covered in darkness,

Even in light.

It's over right?

But I thought..

It must...

Don't say that,

It's over,

It is,

It is.

Why is the light

Flickering, changing?

What's happening now,

What's going on?

The light;

It's fading,

Fading away from me,

Fading away from you,

From us.

It's gone now,

And it's over now,

It's over, right?

And a figure appears

In the forbidden light,

A figure appears,

Shrouded in might.

So strange,

So close,

So familiar.

"I know you,

Don't I mister?"

He doesn't here me,

Doesn't here my questions.

He smiles,

Strangely,

A strangled grin,

Put on for play,

It's a lie,

It's not true.

It's over, right?

"It's only just begun."

He speaks slowly,

Carefully,

Thickly accented,

It sounds so familiar...

"But why?

I fought,

Destroyed the mask,

It's over, right?"

He looks at me,

His eyes turned bleary.

Confusion masks

My questions,

one by one,

Slowly.

No answer yet,

I'll ask again.

"It's over, right?"

He looks blankly,

He doesn't know...

He doesn't know...

Me?

Am I the one

He doesn't know,

But I know him,

He must know me.

"Speak, tell me.

It's over, right?"

A laughs comes forth,

To shut the silence,

Long and crazy,

Makes me shudder.

A shaking comes from

Up the hill,

Breaking me,

Breaking him,

Breaking that tree over there.

But I thought...

It's over, right?

He keeps on laughing,

Laughing away,

Laughing though we're broken,

Laughing.

No,

Don't show me that,

It's over,

It is,

It's over, right?

"Why are you laughing

When they are crying?"

My voice comes out,

Weak and new.

"And who is this

They

That you speak of?"

Silent,

No words left,

Only thoughts can express it.

Who is they?

Why did I say it?

What's wrong,

It's over, right?

"There is no they."

I speak again,

Clearly, boldly.

"Correct my boy,

We're all alone,

That will change though,

Wait and see."

Don't look at me like that,

I'm not like them,

There is no they,

It won't change.

It's over, right?

It just keeps shaking,

Shaking still,

Quiet,

Silent screaming,

Screaming everywhere.

But that can't be...

It's over, right?

And the man still laughs,

And they are still here,

Even though they're not.

Whoever they are.

"You've met with a terrible fate,

Haven't you?"

And the laughing continues,

Endless torrents of laughs.

But...

I thought...

Don't say that...

Don't do that...

It's over, right?



the end

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Call whatever you like,

Call me anything.

Just don't call I'm a hero.

I'm not,

Really, I'm not.

I'm not what you think I am,

Not at all,

Not even close.

There are things you don't

Know about me,

Things I don't know about me.

Things that aren't supposed

To come from the mind of a

Hero.

Call me whatever you like,

Call me anything,

Just don't call me a hero.

Because it's not what I am,

Stop lying,

Stop worrying,

Stop asking me to help you

With your problems,

Because I'm not a hero.

Stop trying to prove me wrong,

In the end,

I'll always beat you,

I'm not a hero.

Call me whatever you like,

Call me anything,

Just don't call me a hero.

Don't remind me of it all,

The blood,

All of the blood.

Watching it spurt and fly,

Glisten and flow

From the open wounds.

Please don't remind me of

The blood.

Don't bleed around me,

Just go away,

I'm not your Hero,

not anyone's hero.

Call me whatever you like,

call me anything,

just don't call me a hero.

I didn't want to be a Hero,

I was forced you could say.

I didn't have a choice.

It's not my fault

That they mistake

Murder

for

Heroism.

Because I'm not what

They say I am.

And I'm not a hero.

Call me whatever you like,

Call me anything,

Just don't call me a Hero.

Hero.

I despise that word.

So short, so simple.

Not like me,

Not like me.

I'm not the hero,

You've got it all wrong.

It wasn't my idea of fun,

I didn't want to be a hero,

So please,

Don't do it.

Don't call me a

Hero.

Call me whatever you like,

call me anything,

Just don't call me a hero.

How many times

Do I have to explain

That my fate was unwanted,

That it's not who I am,

It's not what I wanted.

How many times

Will it take to make it clear?

To make you understand

What I'm not.

And that, of course,

Is a Hero.

Call me whatever you like,

Call me anything,

Just don't call me a hero.

No more fighting,

No more bloodshed,

No more Zelda,

No more Hyrule,

No more hero,

The hero that never was

And never will be.

I am not a hero.

Call me whatever you like,

Call me anything,

Just don't call me a hero.

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When will
he come?
The brave knight
in shining armor,
here for me,
only me, to
sweep me off
my feet and
free me from
this prison?
Harsh treatment
caresses me
day
and
night.
And I can't hide
from Ingo's fists.
The night is young,
and so am I,
though I fear
for my own
life, as well
as Daddy.
Drunken men
and innocent girls
don't mix well,
or so I've learned,
every night,
or so it seems.
The drunken Ingo
can't be
helped,
he doesn't know
what he does,
he doesn't know
about the scars,
the bruises,
the blood.
I look into
the murky
water-filled
trough,
and see a girl,
frightened
and
beaten.
No longer
is she
cheerful or
bright.
No longer
does the
auburn hair
with lights of spun gold
shine and shimmer.
No longer do
the once-bright eyes
attract attention
and captivate
the mind.
These beauties
of mine
have been
replaced with
a scared disposition,
a mess of flaming hair,
and shallow pale eyes.
I can't tell
anyone,
anyone at all.
I can't escape,
I can't run,
I can't hide.
No longer does
my once-sweet voice
sing songs
of love and health.
I can't sing,
in fear that
Ingo will hear
and...

It can't be helped,
not now,
not ever.
I fear it'll
last till
the end of
forever.
But the end of
forever
has yet to arrive,
and I stay
here in a
prison
of beatings
and
bruising
and drunk men
and being alone.
That's what
always
gets to me.
That same, cold
feeling of icy hate
and depression.
The frigid thoughts,
everything is frozen;
A frozen wasteland.
Every night
before the dawn,
it's my only
time away
from life's
problems
and
threats.
Every night
before the dawn,
it's my only
time to be
truly alone.
Alone to think,
alone to reflect,
alone to sing.
It's the only
reason I survive
a single day.
It lifts me,
soars me
high above
these prison walls,
these walls of pain,
these walls of destruction.
For that one half hour,
I'm truly free.
Free from everything
Free from work,
free from Ingo,
but most of all,
free from the nothingness
that eats at me heart
on those long nights
when no one is
there to
hear the
screams,
to hear
the fighting,
to hear
the yelling.
In that sacred
half hour,
I think about
Daddy.
I wonder
if he's
doing well,
I wonder if
he's cheery.
I wonder if
he's feeling
good,
I wonder if he's
thinking about me.
Thinking of the
times we'd
play,
the times
we shared,
the endless
days of fun
and play.

But now
those days
are gone forever,
till the last
eternal day,
till the time
I leave the ranch
and go away.
But I can't,
I can't.
It's much too hard,
I can't,
I can't explain it.
I can't.
Remembrances
fade after
the sun
peaks
over the hill,
remembrances
fade and die and sink.
Remembrances disappear
into nothing,
and bring with their leave
the work
and the
pain
and everything
in my usual day.
I look at my arms,
and see the it all.
Purple and
blue
and black
and sea-sick green
cover the
once-smooth
ivory arms.
Tears come into
the now-faded eyes,
but I can't cry.
If Ingo saw...

I can't live today,
I can't live tomorrow,
I need the knight,
I need his honor.
I need him to
whisk me off my feet.
I need him to tell
everything's gonna be just fine.
I need him to comfort me,
protect me and most of all,
I need him to be real,
not in the dreams,
but in the flesh,
a charming young man
to take me away.
Take me away Hero,
find me;
and fast.
Take me away
from this Hell.
Why haven't you
found me
and taken me with you?
What must I do
to tell you the truth?
Reason says you're
never coming,
rhyme agree with her,
fate states disheartening thoughts,
destiny shuns me away.
Does he exist;
this wondrous man?
Where is hiding?
I can't go on,
day after day,
I can't surrender
to the fists
and the kicks
and the burning stolen kisses...

The tears can't stop
from falling now,
it's fear that's
falling below the brow.
I hear the drunkard coming,
and I know
that it's too late.
For once I just wish,
that'd I'd be treated
nicely by the
fates.
Wishes and dreams
can never come true;
he's fast approaching,
there's nothing to do.
I can't hide or run,
I'm stuck in my place,
I need more time,
or a wide open space.
Yelling fills the empty field
and I know
it's soon time
to face the
fists.
To face the
kicks.
To undergo
the pain, the anger.
It's part of life,
I tell my self,
but I know
it's not normal
to cry every night
or to whimper
in fear
at the slightest noise.
Dreams bleed,
and so do I
as I feel the
hands over my body.
It hurts, oh Din,
it hurts so bad.
I try my best
to get away,
but this time
I know
I'll not
get my way.
A kick to the
side,
a fist to the
face,
he's taking the last
of my innocent grace.
I tell him stop,
but no luck has come.
The pain is unbearable,
worse than ever,
I fear for my life,
I fear for the father
I never got to
say goodbye to....

I think it's
almost over now,
I feel the pain
subsiding,
but why can't I
rid myself
or the surrealistic gliding?
The once-light pain
is now returning,
the sensations of blood,
the sensations of burning.
He's gone now,
he can't come back,
I tell myself the lies
to keep myself
from dying,
I tell myself the lies
to keep from truly lying.
Truth can hurt,
and fate can too.
I raise a weak arm,
up to my face,
yes,
he's taken the last
of my innocent grace.
Once again
the pain has weakened,
and I see a light,
glittering;
glowing.
I feel myself
like water;
flowing.
The light
is bigger now,
brighter, too.
I feel strange,
the pain...
It seems completely
gone, I wonder if
it's finally
happened,
if I'm
truly
finally
free.
The light
gets yet brighter
and whiter and
shines.
Sleep envelopes me,
bringing a calm,
filled with dreams
and peaceful sleep.
For once
I feel safe,
sleeping in the barn,
although I'm broken
shattered,
torn,
although I've been
pelted with rocks
and even thorns,
it feels like nothing,
in this sleep,
it feels like nothing,
a warm-cool nothing.
I feel the sleep
is soon fading, too.
Eyelids flutter
up;
awake.
I look about
the dusty room,
I scan around,
survey the scene.
No Ingo is
among the hay.
I touch my head,
and feel a bandage,
I've been cleaned up.

Could it really
be that Ingo's
changed his ways?
changed his
drunken
evil
habits?
I sit up,
and greet
the day,
the pain is healed,
as well as my soul.

Surprise fills
my mind,
controls
the movements
of my body.
A boy
in green,
about my age
is smiling over,
back at me.
Could it be
he's truly come?
Could it be
that he's the one?
Is my knight
in shining armor?
Is he the one?
He carries a shield,
as well as sword,
he must be the knight;
my knight.
My hero has come.
My hero is here.
My hero has come,
I have nothing to fear.
My hero has come
to rescue me,
my hero has come
to set my heart free.
So handsome he is,
this man dressed in green.
My hero is handsome,
it's my dream come true,
I feel the pain uplifting,
the darkened pain
inside my heart.
I feel it slowly leaving,
I feel it finally leaving.
For once,
for once,
for once in life,
the fates have
granted my one
desire.
My hero has come.
My hero is here.
My hero has come,
I have nothing to fear...
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Legacy
by: chica

Will the day ever come

When this favored game ends?

When will happen,

Will broken hearts mend?

But it can't go on forever,

Impossible, I say.

But at the rate I'm going,

I think that it just may...

How many years

Will it be?

Will the Triforce

Ever just be free?

It's getting older,

It's no lie,

Even games

Have to die.

Sometime or another,

It'll happen, perhaps,

Unless of course,

Ganon has a relapse.

How many over-used plots

Can Miyamoto create?

We're all sick of his destiny,

Sick of Link's fate.

It's been...

Over a decade to say the least,

What kinds of new monsters

Will arrive,

What kinds of beasts?

It's getting old,

I can't deny it,

When the next game comes out

Will I even try it?

What a bore,

It seems so old,

There are no new legends

To be told.

All recycled,

All used,

All the same,

I'm confused...

What happens

When LOZ dies?

What about all the little

Girls' cries?

The boys that like Zelda,

The girls that miss Link,

Can it ever end?

What else is there to think?

When it ends,

How'll it be?

Perhaps Link'll

Finally be free.

No stress for him,

Nor Zelda, as well,

They all seem happy though,

As we can tell...

I'm not sure

How long this will last,

They'll stop making games,

They'll soon stop it fast.

Will the writers

Show signs of slowing?

Will the artists

Keep on going?

Without the fuel

Of inspirational games,

There'll be no more copyrights

To be claimed.

Good things and bad,

Nice things and sad,

Nothing last forever,

Link and Zelda'll never be together...

So when will it end?

Are there more castles

To defend?

More kings of darkness,

Evil wizards?

Singing owls

And magic lizards?

(not that there were any...)

I don't think there'll be many...

So in case

No more Zelda will ever be seen,

We'd best prepare goodbyes

If you know what I mean...

(Because I don't...)

But maybe you won't...

Maybe another game,

Even two,

After that, it's over,

It'll be through.

The legacy will live on,

Through legions of fans,

Created by store lines

And new-game-demands.

The new generation of Zelda

Is soon to be here,

But will they laugh,

Or will they cheer?

Zelda doesn't

Last forever,

Miyamoto's not

That clever.

Maybe a new character

Will be named Helda,

The daughter of

The queen named Zelda.

Silly, though,

Or to me it would be,

But here's something between us,

Just you and me...

Zelda will always last

In our heart,

And us fans

Will never truly part...

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The stars are shining bright tonight, The stars are shining bright tonight,
But I must carry on, I must fight. And Hyrule's save now, no more plight.
In the stars I see your face, In the stars I see your face,
I feel your touch, I taste your grace. But You've now left without a trace.
I look up to Termina's sky, I look for an answer in Hyrule's dense sky
Yet I long for you more, by and by. Yet there's no response, and now, I cry.
Wishing I was back with you, Wishing you were here with me,
There's nothing that I wouldn't do. To un-break my heart, to set me free.
The days are growing long and weary, The days are growing long and weary,
The nights are growing far less dreary, The nights are growing far less dreary,
For it is you I always see, For it is you I always see,
Up in the stars right beside me. Up in the stars right beside me.
This land's troubles make my own, For once there's peace now in Hyrule,
They make me fall, they hear me groan. I'm in love with you, but such a fool,
Cuts and scrapes amount to more, It seems that you just can't be real,
I wish that I could shut the door. But my heart still bleeds, my soul still feels.
A love so strong that I could cry, A love so strong that I could die,
Like stars in a Termanian sky... Like stars in the Hyrulian sky...

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LOVE
By Chica: Tofu Ninja

What is ...
What is love?
The pretty girl
Who's sent from above?
The dashing, handsome knight?
The one that can fight?
What is ...
What is love?
A fluttering lash
Always seems to clash
With the valiant man,
Though you still raise a hand
And come over to him,
Trying to win affection,
An election
Of romantic politics,
Hoping he'll take a look
At you,
But not see through
To your shallow side,
It's one that even you can't abide,
There's no way to hide,
Struggling to make ends meet
Whilst staying on your feet.
What is...
What is love?



The farm girl,
She's crying,
She feels like she's dying,
Because it hurts to beaten,
You can just see her weaken,
And she cries,
And she dies,
Because it hurts
When there is no love for you,
When there is nothing to do,
It hurts her heart,
She screams in vain,
It shatters apart,
Her soul feels the pain.
What happened to...
What happened to the fairy boy?
Was he just a dream, a ploy?
To make her want
What is not there,
She's crying now,
It's just not fair.
"What is love?"
She shouts out,
She yells out,
And watch her storm out
Of the barn
And into the way of harm
As a drunken Ingo
Sees her sing,
Malon wishes she had wings
To fly away from
Real life hell,
To someone who cared,
Where she could be well.
"Where is daddy?"
He's gone,
He's away,
He can't stay the day,
And it just make things worse,
"It's a curse."
She repeats,
To make her self feel better,
But her face is growing wetter
With all the tears on her face
And everything's out of place,
There's no knight in shining
Armor here,
He's just not real,
Yet again she fears
Because she can't deal,
It's just too real.
It seems she's in love,
She's afraid
That things are too grave,
That there is no escape
From the game of love...


And the Zora princess,
What of her?
Remember her?
A tom boy becoming a woman,
Ripples in the water,
It's the King's daughter,
Trying to find her way,
Trying to make suitors stay.
What is it?
What is it that she wants?
This thing that haunts
Her, is it...
Could it be love?
She shakes her head,
And lays in bed,
Wondering about certain things,
And what life really means,
What happened to her past,
Why love just doesn't last,
It seems to her
That everything is broken
And she's left with a token
Of a friend that she wanted
To be more,
Her life's a bore
As she sits and waits
And goes on dates,
But the tom-boyish ways
Still come back some days,
So she wonders
Just what love really might be,
If it can be freed
From the chains of mystery,
If she herself could change history
And do something great,
To be loved by the fates.
She remembers a certain
One clad in green,
But what does that mean?
"No, it's not true."
What did he do?
Did he break your heart?
Say you'd never part?
But where is he now,
When, why and how,
Does he remember the vow?
In the water, she weeps,
The memories she keeps
Are bringing her to tears...
"What is love really?"
The answer is in her soul,
Though truth be told,
She doesn't know
That she's ever been this bold,
And she keeps on dreaming,
Wondering,
Hoping,
Thinking
About love.


Lo,
Nabooru,
Drowned with rouge
And eye make up,
She wants to wake up
From this dream
Called reality,
Could love be a fatality?
Break ups are always
Not so easy,
But she screams,
She's feeling queasy.
Love...
A familiar word,
But...
So not real,
It's not an emotion,
She can't feel
Love, whatever that is,
Though she remembers
Of a desert man,
Interlacing hands,
Yet he is changed,
He was her bane,
And now the lone wolf cries,
She sighs,
Asking herself what went wrong
With that guy,
And perhaps if he she tried
To shape his mind
Perhaps she'd find
A better heart,
It'd be a start...
No,
He's too different,
Love's too different,
It's a stranger,
She's in danger,
This thing,
This thing,
This game called love
Is ripping her to shreds,
Like she's drowning in lead,
Stuck at the bottom of the lake,
Left in the sun to bake,
It seems that nothing's right.
She watches the desert man fight
And reminisces of older days,
Better days,
When there was love
Between she
And him,
When it was a game
She'd always win.
Now?
Love?
"I know of no such thing."
It's the song she sings
Of independence,
Secretly,
Remembrance
Of the days she was in love.
It's so hard to be strong,
She's known all along
That it would be a broken road,
And the way time flowed
Was always harsh,
Yes,
But she didn't know
That love could be
So cruel.


A moan
Escapes the forest girl,
A groan
Escapes her mouth.
It's not easy to
Be lonely for this long,
To be alone,
To be afraid,
Trading
Anything
For memories
Of the old friend.
"I thought the good times never end?"
Is it a lie?
Does she cry?
The answer is on a
Tear-stained face,
Her emerald eyes
Have lost their grace.
Him...
The boy,
The small boy,
The weak boy,
The outcast,
Her friend,
Till the end.
Now she muses
And confuses
Love with friendship.
Is it confusion?
Or more than an illusion?
Can truth be told
In the memories so bold
That she holds
Of the hero?
"He is my friend, nothing more."
But still, the tears will always pour,
Friendship grows sour
Every hour
Turning into something else,
She's lost inside herself
Inside of the boy,
Is it just a toy?
To drive her mad?
To make her sad?
Or is it real,
Something that needs to feel,
That needs to live,
That needs to breathe,
Or must it leave?
Brush out into the air,
For there's so many
Troubles to spare.
Was it?
Is it
Love?


And Zelda?
What of the far maiden?
It seems she's laden
With troubles of her own,
As she sits on the throne,
Now the queen,
Inside she screams,
Emotions turn,
Passions burn.
"Why is it
That I always love
The lower ones?"
He's too far down,
A hero, but he has no crown.
A love that was not
Meant to be,
Meant not to be free,
Not to agree
With the times
And the day,
It's ironic,
So ironic
How timing is everything,
And also nothing,
Isn't it?
And love?
What of that?
Zelda shakes her head,
She wants to go to bed,
Forget about that lad...
It's just too bad
That he's not a prince
Or a king,
For a queen,
They'd be a perfect couple,
Yet he's too far below,
Too far down,
He has no crown.
"Love...
Is for fools who fall behind."
But in her mind,
She denies
Such false rules,
Not a fool,
A fool..in love.
It's love,
It's love,
It's broken love,
But that is all
She knows.


Every
Love is too far away to hold,
It's getting so old,
For every chance
You'll ever get
It always met
With a consequence,
Condemned to be your bane,
It's just in vain
To love someone like that,
There is no perfect girl
For the hero,
There is no way
That love can be,
There is no way it
Can be freed,
The hero is
So sheik, so sly,
But that's what you eye,
It's what makes you cry,
Foolish girl,
You cannot love
A hero...

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Is it more than a game?

Glazed eyes

Watch the screen,

play the hero,

kill the monsters.

Glazed eyes

watch the screen,

so intensely,

so much magic.

What do we see

in a 64-bit game?

What is it we like?

What is that causes

the fanatics

to write

and

to draw,

what causes them

to fantasize

about make-believe characters

in a make-believe world?

How is it

that we can see

beyond the

shallow story,

and into the hearts

of the characters?

How is it

that we are

only ones that

see it as more

than just a game.

More than a

video game,

more than that.

Something else is there,

waiting to be found.

It's so real

it's so real,

you can almost

taste the victory,

you almost wince

with the pain

the imaginary

hero feels.

You can almost

touch the

mountain or the

castle or the

land of Hyrule.

It's so real,

so real

that people

create works or art

and well-worded writing.

Is it more than a game?

More than just

a simple challenge,

more than just

a plastic cartridge.

But it's not, is it?

Is there more

beyond the walls

of gray or gold

and labels?

Is there something else

that they can't see,

that only the

ones who believe can?

How is it possible

to create such imagery

and wording

with a simple

push of the 'Start' button?

What is it

that we see?

Are we crazy?

Are we really sane?

Should we be spending

our time day after day

playing a game

with eyes glossed

to the screen?

Is the obsession healthy?

No one's dead yet

because of it,

so the population

of the fans

grows higher,

higher each day,

each minute

as time lapses

and creases into

nothing,

nothing at all.

Why do we play?

It can't be healthy,

it can't be sane,

we must be crazy.

But we are

seemingly okay,

seemingly normal,

at least at first sight.

so recently have I heard

of people even

getting replicas

of things from that game.

A green tunic,

The Master Sword,

The ocarina of time.

What do we

want to accomplish

by doing this?

Spending the money

just to be like

the favored hero

that doesn't

even exist.

But he must,

because the

artists keep drawing;

the writers keep writing,

and nothing bad

is coming of the

raging masquerade.

Is it really more?

More than just

a dull activity?

More than just

a simple habit?

It must be more,

it must be more.

It must be real,

for the ones that play

are the ones that feel.

The ones that feel

the game so deeply,

the ones that can feel

every move of the controller,

they feel the

badly-translated conversations.

They feel the sadness

of watching a world's destruction.

They feel it,

and they really play.

While others breeze through

side-quests and dungeons,

the ones that feel

are the ones that pay

attention to the

little things.

The expressions on the faces,

all the sacred mysterious places,

An ornamental sign on that locked door,

the scuttling bug across the floor.

The masks and all the tiny details,

the shield at the store sold on retail.

The sounds of the whispering night,

the cry in pain as he falls in a fight.

Yes, it must be more than a game,

yes, more is what it has become,

more is what it shall remain,

more will save Hyrule's domain

So the players

keep on playing,

and the slayers

keep on slaying,

the artists show

no signs of slowing,

the writers write

and keep on going.

So there you sit

upon your chair,

staring,

staring with no care.

Just glossy-eyed

and out of tune,

And the game is more,

or it will be soon.

And you will see

beyond the shallow story-lines

beyond the plastic cartridges,

beyond it all.

Inside emotions,

past the potions,

get into the game,

stop being the same.

It's more than a game,

it is, isn't it?

It must be

it must be.

But if it's not,

are they really gone?

Will you still keep playing?

Will you still keep dreaming?

Yes, dare to dream,

dare to dream.

Believe in the things

you've often been skeptic of,

believe in the things

that give you your wings

and let you soar

to that land called Hyrule.

Dare to dream

and question always.

Is it more than a game?

Answer it for yourself,

look inside,

inside the game.

Why do you play it

day after day?

Why is it fun,

why are we never tiring

of beating a mere

and mediocre piece

of expensive plastic?

To me, I admit,

it is more than a game.

But what of the others,

stranded in thought?

What will become

of the ones that simply play,

not looking at the details,

not learning how to soar,

will the game one day become

a huge, tremendous bore?

Zelda captivates us,

and has been for some time,

but will the legend never end,

are we stuck in senseless rhyme?

We all grow up

and change our tastes,

but will LOZ just

become a useless waste?

A waste of

now-important time,

a waste of

time we need so much.

But is it really not time we need,

but the game,

the game we play so much.

Is this the thing

keeping us sane?

What once was not healthy

is now insanity's killer?

Can it be that

it doesn't exist,

we don't exist,

and the characters in Zelda

are just playing us,

living our lives,

going on side-quests,

killing the real-monsters

of modern life?

More than a game?

Or is it not,

a simple tool

of communication,

not complex thought.

Perhaps we all are

just wasting our time.

Everything ends,

everything ends

one time or another,

nothing lasts forever,

and forever has it's end.

But will the legend be

across that waving river's bend?

Ramblings that were once thoughts

become real,

so real it's hard to

imagine of a life

without that game.

Can you survive life

without it each day?

But maybe this game

truly is the way...

Is it more than a game?

Ask your self this,

ask yourself this

un-answerable question.

So many sides to

the opinions of the rest.

Others agree,

while others do not,

fighting, arguing, quarreling.

Is it more than a game?

This thing we call Zelda?

Is it more than the

broken shards of color?

Is it more than the

pictures and images

the we see floating

across the vivid screen?

And others stare

At us,

The ones who know,

The ones who know

And feel

That it's

More than a game.

But can it be so?

It's not real,

It's not real,

But as we repeat,

It becomes a

Pseudo-truth

And we can't quite tell

Where we are now,

So involved in the story,

Is it too much?

How much is too much

When there's just not enough?

And it won't last forever,

The sage will end,

We'll be left in the dust,

So will we forget?

Is it more than a game?

Can it be so?

People have dreams,

Dreams filled with

Link

And

Zelda

And

Ganondorf

And the whole Zelda bunch.

People draw pictures,

Great works of art,

Vibrant with color

Or perhaps just a sketch...

People write stories,

Detailed stories,

Stories with hearts

And feelings

That are so real.

And it can't be just

Something we do

Because it's there.

Can't be that way,

It can't,

It can't...

Is it really more than a game?


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Kill her,
Kill them all.
There it goes again,
The voice that is not mine,
I don't want to believe to it,
Can't.
Won't.
It's not true...
I'm not him,
He's not me...
But oh, Din,
The voices,
Over and over
And over it goes.
Chasing and running
But there's no where to hide,
The thoughts that aren't mine
They tear at my soul,
Clinging
And
Ringing,
Clattering all the way.
Kill them all,
Women and children.
Feelings of hate
And odd desire
Shoveling their way
Inside my mind...
Can't get away from them,
There's no way,
No way to hear them,
No way to stop.
And I wonder if
I'm going crazy,
If I have been all along.
But who would tell me if I am?
We don't give a damn,
Slaughter them.
It means nothing,
It's nothing,
Nothing at all...
But...
It's not me,
It's not me,
I swear I have enough,
Enough pain
Enough shame
Enough blood
That won't stop flowing
and the voices keep on going.
Who am I?
Where am I?
And who are you
To change me?
All of them,
I want all of them dead.
Safe...
Not here,
Don't come to me.
I'm not your answer,
Get out.
Get out!
But they don't leave,
can't change it.
Could I ever?
Do I want to?
Is this the best thing
I could be doing?
Why not stop listening?
Stop hearing them--
It's crazy
I'm crazy
but it's not me.
Not my thoughts
Not mine,
Not me,
Not me...
They won't listen.
Who are they?
Who are they to
shape me,
Make me,
Create me,
I'm not one of them.
They're controlling me...
have they been there?
Been there all along?
And would it matter if I died?
I'm the king of evil,
I'll do as I damn well please.
I plead for it stop,
But pray for more.
No.
I need my own,
My own thoughts
My own mind.
It's not mine,
Not mine,
I tell it to myself.
Over and over,
But I won't listen to me
And Me doesn't want
To listen to I.
Can't argue with
Your own thoughts,
Can you?
It's so crazy,
So crazy
And I can't take it.
Over...
Spinning...
Cycling...
New...
Old...
And it's not mine.
No one listens,
But who is there?
Me and I,
We're all we have.
Just
Us.
But Us is fighting
With I
Who's fighting with We
Who's fighting with Me
and it'll never end,
Will it?
Will it?
Doesn't matter,
Just as long as they're dead.
Remembering them,
The real ones...
Zelda...
Where is she?
She am I am?
Is she's real,
Then what am I?
What am I?
No one answers,
And it's all silent.
Fully understood
In the minds of Us.
We can't take it.
Me wants to hide.
I'm running away,
Closer to it.
Farther...
Closer...
Away...
Already there,
Already there,
Ahead of you.
You?
Who are you?
I'm the real one.
I'm living more than you,
Right?
Right?

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Close your eyes,

it's over now.

It's over, all over.

Close your eyes,

and think.

She lays there,

silent; still.

Quietly dying,

you know that she will.

Gleaming blades

shine in the night,

watch the blood

drip off,

slowly,

slowly,

watch it go.

But you don't care

about the pain,

and you can't care,

because you're stronger.

Stronger than a hero should be,

more powerful,

but strength is a tragic grace.

Eyes shift to the

wilting flower,

watch her fade,

watch her go,

she's dying now,

just watch the show.

The sunset marks

it victory

with ribbons of colors,

bright and warm,

so bright,

so bright.

And the dying princess

sits and waits,

sits and waits

for her time.

But it's over now,

you can return

back home,

home,

where you are supposed to be.

Home,

the way you are supposed to be.

But it doesn't feel

like sweet victory,

it doesn't feel like

that at all.

Instead of smiles

and new life,

death returns

from hidden corners everywhere,

but you can't win

and you can't lose.

Watch her,

watch her slowly fall,

falling away into nothing.

She's too weak,

she can't go on,

but you're safe,

you're the hero,

and everything will be just fine.

Lies, they speak.

Everywhere the truth is hidden,

everywhere a lie is told.

It won't be just fine,

it won't be just fine.

Watch her,

watch her tragic grace,

you couldn't tell her,

not to her face.

It won't be just fine,

it won't be just fine.

Crimson flows

like shimmering gold,

everywhere,

everywhere,

watch it flow,

watch it go.

It won't be just fine,

it can't be.

And it never will be,

not for you,

not for the hero.

Because you can handle

the pain and the stress,

because you're stronger

than all the rest.

Because you're meant

to fight and slay,

unlike the others

you never could play.

You knew you were different,

but you can't run

like the weak ones.

You can't fall and trip,

you can't run away,

you can't run away.

Watch her slowly dying,

watch her slip away,

hiding from life forever.

Because she wasn't strong enough,

she wasn't a hero.

It hurts to watch

the endless deaths,

but you're stronger.

And will never

be okay.

It won't be just fine,

it won't be just fine.

Little boys dream

of your style,

little girls swoon

at you.

Not you particularly,

but what you are,

a hero.

You are like

the dying princess,

a tragic grace.

And you watch her

fall away

fall away,

leaving you alone,

leaving you alone again.

You've always been alone,

loneliness is what you're made of.

Close your eyes,

don't cry,

don't cry.

It's over now,

it's all over.

Close your eyes,

forget about the dying girl.

Forget it,

forget it

and shut your heavy lids.

A single tear;

glowing and pure

trails down your

cheek,

running down,

running down.

It's not a tear,

it's a drop of blood.

A drop of blood from

your broken heart,

your bleeding heart.

But time has never

been on your side,

especially not for love.

A wispy wind

leaves with the princess,

she's gone now,

it's too late.

Look at her,

watch her silent form,

silent, so silent.

And so still and cold.

Touch her, make sure

she's really not here anymore.

So cold,

so cold.

A porcelain hand

can't feel your emotions,

no use trying to bring back the dead

with words and thoughts,

it's too late now,

and everything won't be just fine.

She's gone now,

and you are too,

but you've never truly

been here,

or there,

or really anywhere.

Because your so torn,

everything is torn.

Dreams;

ripped at the seams.

Love;

snatched away by cold death.

You tried to save her,

you tried your best,

but dark evil takes

the purest souls,

and that's why you're still here.

Because you were stronger,

and always will be.

It's all over,

close your eyes,

inhale the air.

It's stale and old,

and smells of metallic blood.

Don't cry,

don't cry.

Everything will be okay,

but that's a lie,

and things will just get harder.

Everything isn't okay,

it never has been,

and bottled emotions

take well to the dark.

Thriving on depression,

always moving,

always living with death.

Your first love is gone,

forever gone,

she won't come back,

she won't come back.

And everything won't be just fine,

nothing's fine

when there's no guiding faith.

But fate and faith mean

nothing to the deprived hero.

Nothing but letters and blurs.

It's over now,

it's over, yes.

But it's not what you wanted,

it's not what you hoped for.

It's nothing more than

the rest of your life,

filled with pain and suffering.

It's just the same,

just the same,

and nothing will be fine.

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The valiant hero
Runs and fights,
The gleam of his sword
Creating great light.

The battle still clashes,
The thunder still crashes.

A hit to the shoulder,
A jab to the arm,
Blood fills the floor,
But it does no harm.

They can't feel the pain,
To us, it's just a game.

Another hit,
The girl yells out,
But the hero fights on
With nothing but a pout.

The girl still looks sad,
But you're very glad.

"Link,
Deliver the final blow!"
Can't right now,
Ganon's too slow.

Pick up blade,
Go into the shade.

But it all fades away,
A power-outage strikes,
And you'd almost beat that game,
Oh Din, it really bites.

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The liars still lie,

And we still cry,

Outcasts in our different ways,

But outcasts, all the same.

Strength is a weakness

Cowering in the shadows,

I'm not strong,

I'm not strong,

But I'm weak,

Where am I?

Where is the life,

What is this place?

Terrible,

I'm terrible,

I've inflicted pain

By standing,

Not doing anything to

Help anyone,

Or anything,

I'm terrible,

It's terrible,

Like a stone

I stand and watch them

Ridicule others

As they redden

As they burn

As they cry

And the clock turns

Again,

Ticking away time,

Slowly,

So slowly,

Devouring the good things

Leaving me alone,

But alone is something

I have been,

It's something that I am.

From the outside,

I'm one of them,

I'm just one of them,

Dammit,

I hate it,

I hate it,

I have to get away from it,

From all of this--

This life,

This crazy path

That runs to hell and back.

From the outside,

I'm one of them,

I'm one of them,

The horrible, terrible people

That make others bleed

And make others cry,

From the outside

I am one of them.

Reputations are just bad things,

Always causing trouble,

Always bringing pains,

Perhaps in a different place,

If I lived somewhere else,

It would be better.

But that's a lie,

It's a lie,

A lie that I know,

A lie I know too well,

Because everything

Seems like a lie

And I can't help but cry

When I see what I've done.

When I see who I am.

When I see,

When I see

That from the outside,

I am one of them.

Guilt,

Heavy, leaden guilt

Becomes me,

Takes me away,

It's the guilt,

But I'm innocent--

And that's a lie too,

Because I could have

Stopped some of this,

I could have taken a stand,

But I guess it's just the way I am,

From the outside.

From the outside,

I am one,

I am one of those,

One of them,

And nothing else.

With mirrors and

Makeup

And clothes

And fancy toys,

Even boys.

I don't care,

I don't care,

It's the outside,

It's the outside,

I don't care.

Fearful wishes

Creep into the dawn,

I'm alone,

I'm afraid,

I'm alone

On the inside.

Wishing that the outsides

Would change,

It is vain,

And all my pain,

My struggles

Are in vain.

Because it's not who

I am that matters on the

Inside anymore,

I'm on the outside now

And I can't take it anymore....

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Princess can you see it now?
The wispy winds are coming in,
and can you help dream
the dreams that make
the heroes save the kings?
Princess can you play
the fool?
Can fall and trip?
Princess, you are always weak,
you'll never ever save Hyrule.
It's not your job,
not matter how hard you wish,
it can't come true,
it's not meant to be.
Destiny dislikes you, princess,
learn the truth and learn
it well.
Watch the soldiers
save your land,
watch them all
take a stand.
But there you sit,
upon your throne,
with the other women,
all alone.
Alone because of
gender.
Alone because of
time.
Alone because it's your job,
to stay at home
and watch and wait,
you can't fight,
it's much too late
to think like that,
such silly thoughts
and dreams you have, princess.
Royal is as royal does
and a royal cannot do
the things a hero does.
A royal princess
can't compare to the
fighting hero.
Oh can't you see it,
dear princess?
See that you will never be
the things you've
always often
dreamed.
Fate has written
your young life,
and no words state
of a warrior maiden,
only a princess that sits
and waits,
the one that thinks
and solves debates.
You've always known
there's something more,
something else beyond
the smarts,
something that's inside
your soul,
a feeling of a glowing hope.
Discover princess,
cheat the fates,
learn the things
you're not to know,
go to where you
cannot go,
dare to live outside the wall,
beyond the many castle halls.
Destroy the prophecies,
break free from the mold,
do as you wish,
but wish as you do.
For once, princess,
save your land,
fight the villain,
free the new destiny,
the one created by you.
The one that only you
can see,
the one that
shall set you body free.
Free from sitting
and watching
and courting
and waiting.
Free from debates,
and scrolls
and etiquette
and proper garments.
Dare to live, princess,
dare just once.
Don't deny the things inside
that keep you separate
from the rest,
don't deny your
endless thoughts,
the infinite dreams.
Forget the heroes
and valiant men,
show them more behind
the swords, the arrows.
Show them the
heroine,
the heroine you are.
Take hold of what is yours,
grab on tight,
just don't let go.
Princess, you must
realize what
the difference between
living and existing.
Break the boundaries,
shatter them all,
you have the heart,
you cannot fall.
There is no failing
in this dream,
there is no failure, princess.
Take no time,
hurry, go.
Forget the king
and all his men,
forget the queen
and all her ladies,
forget them all
and leave this place.
Leave the castle,
leave to find
that glimmer of hope,
the one that you must
not destroy,
the one that you must
no ignore.
Find it princess, find it fast.
For once in your life,
don't think,
just do.
Don't think
of the towering consequences.
Don't think, and it will come.
It will come and save you,
and free you,
and change your life.
Better yourself and
find this thing,
this tiny piece of
faith that's yours,
find it, princess.
Princess,
you must now be freed.
No longer must
you attach your
self to material
gowns of golden chiffon,
throw the pearls,
toss them away,
rip the shoes, and free yourself.
You have it in you,
dare to dream....
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What is it that makes

The game so great,

Is it because of Link?

Or Zelda's fate?

Is it the monster

With their lairs?

Is it the king

With his

Royal cares?

Is it in the story,

The plot of the game?

Is that what made it

Make its fame?

Is it Link's sharp looks

And dashing eyes

Does Zelda's hair

Attract more guys?

Is it that different

From the other bunch,

It has to be,

But that's just a hunch.

Do shining swords

Make people buy it?

Do magic potions

Make 'em try it?

What's the captivating feature

Of the LOZ,

Is it 'cause Zelda's always captured,

'Cause she never will be free?

What makes eye glow

At Link's blood flow?

What makes us play

Another day?

It's Ganon that

We love to hate,

Or is it

Link's handsome traits?

Is it the name?

Is it in the play of the game?

Or is it lame?

Sparked by other

Opinions and thoughts,

Just a piece of plastic

You seemed to have bought?

Is it Zelda?

Is it Link?

What's so great about LOZ,

What can we think?

Maybe it's

A mixture to combine,

A word to be found

Between the lines.

Whatever it is,

We still marvel and play.

We can figure the mysteries out

On another good day.

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You see it all before you, boy,

You see it all fall down,

And there is no way to stop it, boy,

So there is no need to frown.

You knew that it'd be coming soon,

To take you down--away,

Though you wish you'd had just one more chance

To stay another day.

Zelda sings her lullaby,

Her eyes so filled with pain,

Yet you can do not anything,

To watch her it's a strain.

You loved her, boy, oh didn't you?

You loved her oh-so-much,

Wishing you could hold her,

You could feel her very touch.

But now the time is getting late,

The night is coming near,

And how will you react to this,

This thing--your greatest fear?

The world--it seems it's shattering,

It's tearing you apart,

For you can feel it in your soul,

You feel it in your heart.

Goodbyes are never easy, boy,

And always they will sting,

The memories are always there,

Attached by all the strings.

They all are flooding back right now,

They're coming just for you,

But what is there to say right now,

Just what is there to do?

It's shattered boy, it's shattered now,

Just like you and your mind,

As Zelda sings her lullaby

You know it won't be fine.

So many pieces of your heart

Are broken on the floor,

A windy breeze gusts by

And they all brush out the door.

The fragments of your memories

Will slowly shy away,

Waiting for you in her dreams,

Turning black night into bright day.

The eerie song is haunting you,

It's breaking you down more,

The rain is not just sprinkles now,

The tears begin to poor.

So shattered is your very soul

That you will wilt and die,

But is it all,

Or has it been

Just one gigantic lie?

Was she supposed to send you back,

Send you, her greatest love,

To suffer and to wither down,

To push you and to shove.

It never will work out for you,

Destiny cannot compare

To everything you've wanted boy,

For all you've had to spare.

How is to be shattered now,

Is this how you should feel?

Sold your soul now to the devil,

And has he kept his deal?

It's taking time to break from them,

To break from iron chains,

And it all floats back to you,

The times of struggles;

Times of strains.

Time's almost up now, hero boy,

It's coming fast and true,

But will you hear the ringing of

The bell that rings for you?

Calming, soothing, almost done,

It's coming boy, and soon,

The day is fading into dusk,

The sun into the moon.

You see a tear stream down her face,

And you just cannot speak;

Your body is in ruins boy,

Your heart is very weak.

It's over now, they all are dead,

A here you've become,

And listen to the lullaby

See as it's almost done.

The night is here, oh hero boy,

Coming without cause,

Quiet sneaky, not quite there,

A wolfo's steady paws.

Battles waged without the swords,

Without out a shield or magic,

And you have fought them wearily,

Your love is now thought tragic.

You're going back in time, boy,

Falling without grace,

And who will be there waiting

When you've left without a trace?

No words must now be spoken,

There's nothing to explain,

For shattered is as shattered does

And shattered you'll remain.


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Chilled to the bone,

He mutters and stares,

Doesn't remember her,

Wants not to care.

Sent back in time

Seven years later,

Soon he has become

An avid-fate-hater.

She barely recognizes

That mark on his hand,

He barely remembers

His destiny's land.

When peace is at ease,

There's a shake in the ground,

Searched everywhere,

No truth has been found.

Everyone's happy,

No screams in the night,

Not an argument,

No bloodshed,

Not even a fight.

Silence drapes the world

In love,

Consuming the things

Up above.

Higher they look,

But with no avail,

Fate has been twisted,

They have both failed.

Nothing stirs

In the dead of the day,

Hoping that evil will

Just stay away.

What they don't know

Creeps in without cause,

Quiet and sneaky

On wolfos-sleek paws.

Darkness kills the

shielded light,

Taking matter

Making might.

The hero sleeps

And slowly fades,

His skin changing color

To clear and weird shades.

The princess wants

To sleep as well,

She's slept forever

As they can tell.

All is well within

This charade,

Everyone dancing,

Just one more masquerade.

A knife in

The dark,

Such a gleam,

White, a lark.

Mystery shrouds

Around the gates,

Rushing time

And destroying fates.

Too late,

Is it not?

No more wars

To be fought?

Pounding at

The castle door,

Reeking havoc

On the floor.

Minions of hate

Flood the desire,

Weakening love

And creating bright fire.

Into the corridor,

Out of the hall,

Whispering chants

And yelling out calls.

Almost to the room,

The door not quite in reach,

And the priest in the church

Doesn't know what to preach.

All town is in terror,

Afraid and confused,

While the hero sleeps on,

Unaware and just used.

No one knows why,

No one knows how,

It's happening, though,

Better take one last bow.

Screeches and shrieks

Pulse out to the beat,

Dancing with darkness,

Indescribable heat.

Closer they come,

Taunting and teasing,

While they both sleep on,

Snoring and wheezing.

Quiet now,

It's almost done.

Don't wake them yet,

Don't ruin fun.

The end of the story

Slowly awaits,

This time not controlled

By the wish of

The Fates.

Dances with moonlight

Condense in the halls,

Echoing softly within

The thick walls.

A candle flickers,

Slowly melting,

While two sleeping ones

Get yet one more pelting.

Cascading ribbons

Collapse during day,

Making them know

How and when

They must pay.

An eye opens,

It flutters,

Light floods through

Blue shutters.

Darkness slowly

Creeps away,

It's been just another day.

Another dream,

Less time to scheme,

But why does it hurt

More than it'll seem?

It was a dream,

Wasn't it?

That's all it was,

But the door's still unlocked,

Not a suitable cause.

Nothing's been found

To make anything real,

But the feelings they have,

O the way they do feel.

Remembrances streak

Into their minds,

Making valuable

And important finds.

Surrender souls!

Fade into the shadow,

Making them limp,

Making them shallow.

The candle still flickers,

A print on the plate,

The door is still open,

The bridge still a-gape.

What went on

Never did,

White lies

Become fibs.

No one know why,

Nothing is there,

It doesn't seem right,

It doesn't seem fair.

Can't explain

That night before,

Can't explain

That unlocked door.

They try and

Forget,

They show no

Regret.

And they go to sleep,

Creating more fuel,

Becoming weak,

Still just a tool.

It happens again,

This time

They all slumber,

No mistakes are made,

Not a single blunder.

This time is different,

Evil has a plan,

Nothing will stop now,

Not Hyrule's strongest man.

While they sleep

And they dream,

There are shouts,

A silent scream.

No one wakes up

From the horrid

Night's sleep,

The ones that stayed up

Still stay up and weep.

Can't explain,

Don't wanna,

Won't tell,

Ain't gonna.

It'll be secret

Until the end,

Till there's not

Any legend to defend.

A rhyme without

Reason,

A crime filled with

Treason.

It'll remain

Sane till the end,

Waiting for hopes

And dreams

To re-mend.

A scar is there,

On the hero's face,

He doesn't remember,

There's no real trace.

He remembers;

Dancing with

Great romancing,

Nothing more than that,

It's the only true fact.

While lives will

Still shy away,

Memories are there,

And stay the day...




Till the next night...

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And she looked

Up at the sky,

Just wondering how

And wondering why.

Why he was gone,

Why sad was sad,

Why she was hopeful,

Why she was mad.

Follicles of emerald

Laced between fingertips,

Shrouded in dreams

And pictures and clips.

Faith in the star,

She rides in the night,

Wanting more courage

to survive the cruel fight.

And it lifts her,

Above her mess,

Higher above

Than all of the rest.

For a second,

She's free,

The way she

Wants him to be.

In a glimmer of fate,

The star fades away,

And the little kokiri

Wishes for one last day.

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Is there a way
To run from here?
Has there ever been
A chance?
To free yourself
From inside prisons?
When was I emitted
To this torture chamber?
A path in the midst
Of the busy road?
If it's so busy,
Why does no one see me?
Are you tired?
Sick of the blood?
I can't get away from it,
Everywhere,
It's everywhere.
Are you tired?
Sick of being a hero?
Was there a time
When I was thankful
For this destiny?
Are yout tired?
Sick of holding in tears?
Crying is the ultimate weakness,
But I need to so bad...
Are you tired?
Sick of your friends?
What friends?
They're all dead.
Are you tired?
Sick of the darkness?
There is no light
Inside this weary soldier.
Don't you want
To get away?
I've tried,
No way out...
The scars are getting to you,
Aren't they?
There is no skin,
Just scarred memories.
The loneliness is getting to you,
Isn't it?
I've always been lonely,
Things won't change.
The emptiness is getting to you,
Isn't it?
It's always empty,
Always, always...
The pain is getting to you,
Isn't it?
The pain is
No longer on the outside.
Not easy being you,
Is it?
I've never been
Anyone else.
Envious of Zelda?
Never.
Wish you had more friends?
Got no friends.
Wish you could get
A second chance?
Second chances are
Hard to come by.
Hoping for a way out?
Was there ever a way in?
Slowly going crazy?
There is no saneness.
Does it ease everything?
Nothing has been eased,
Never will.
You hear the screams,
Don't you?
The screams are inside,
Wanting to get out...
You can't go on,
Can you?
Living and existing
Are two different things.
What do you think of yourself?
I am nothing.
But why?
If life was a book,
Then I'd be the end...

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The fingers too ready,
Pick up the controller,
Press the button up,
It's turned on,
Their mind's gone,
Sucked into the game,
It's them who's to blame,
Eager,
so meager,
The graphics
The magic,
It's tragic,
The storyline
We can't decline
While we recline
In our chairs
Without cares
As we play
Another day,
As we stay
Just to play
That famed game.
Scrambling,
Scurrying,
The never-hero runs
Across the screen.
By all means
He's going to save the girl,
Dance with her and twirl,
Bosses to beat,
New people to meet.
We get so involved,
So involved
We revolve
'Round the game,
Oh, that game,
The one with much fame.
The one that we love,
Yes, it's sent from above.
And the characters aren't real
But we feel they can feel
This is how we deal
With problems.
Creating Hylian tragedies
Into our memories
As our remedies
For not feeling bad
Or being sad
So we can be glad
We're not the Hero,
Not Ganon,
No Zero.
Since putting them down is so fun
And making Link die is so fun,
Is it not?
It was just a thought
But what is it we sought?
To take pleasure
In a simple measure
Of virtual side-effects
As mucus collects
And our brain starts to rot
And our blood starts to clot,
Just another riot
One more fight
With delight
As we make Ganon die,
Zelda lie
And Link try
To be the best,
He's second best
But what about
The farm hand,
Care to take a stand
And raise your hand
To save the corral
From fate so foul?
Thumbs,
So sore,
But we don't stop
It'd be a bore.
They run around
Without a sound,
Faces gaunt,
We tease and taunt
And make things worse
As we hear the next verse
Of the princess's lullaby.
And as we say goodbye
To Link,
What are we supposed to think?
Watch Epona take a drink
From the stream,
As Zelda dreams
Prophetic dreams
And Ganon schemes,
Don't you know what I mean?
How are minds are unclean
As we rip at the flesh
In the beast's chest
But it doesn't matter
He was meant just to shatter
And die like that,
The evil thing,
WE don't quite care,
We shouldn't be.
It's just a game,
But is it more?
A secret for
The Triforce?
Of course
We believe.
What's that that you read?
The guide book,
For a new look
On places you mistook
For just walls,
But they're doors,
Oh, of course.
And the hero,
He fights,
He bleeds
It's what you yourself needs
To break free of the mold
To not do as your told,
You've been like that all along.
The gamer's mind
Is falling down,
Struggling to fight,
And the deafening sound
Of Ganon clammering still nearer,
Yes,
You can smell Link's fear.
What goes on in his head?
Or is he brain-dead?
At the end of the day,
It's Zelda we play,
And every thing goes blank
As we watch Epona's flank
When she gallops off at night,
And when Link starts to fight,
It seems we're just so blank.
Magic that lives
In our hearts
Till we'll part,
It's Zelda, the legend we love.
The owl flies like a dove
And Nabooru's trapped,
While Ruto's life is mapped,
Saria struggles through tears
And Navi counts her fears
While Rauru heaves a sigh
And Ganon just won't die.
It's...
It's...
So amazing,
Are we crazy?
Why?
Why do we keep playing?
Why does Link keep slaying?
I think about it,
I think about it
And it doesn't make sense,
Just a bunch of nonsense.
The game's just a game,
It's only to be played,
But why
Do we try
To create fanfics
And take our picks
At the best piece or art
That touches our heart,
It seems to strange,
It seems deranged,
Because I know it's just a game.
It must be...
It must be more,
There's more that it's for,
Perhaps if we opened that door
The secret of the world
Would be revealed
And we would feel
So great,
With no hate.
But...
Is it just a game?
Why do we feel no shame
In killing things off
And making it to the top
Of Ganon's tower
So that we can feel the power
Of being the best,
Putting Link to the test,
I'm serious,
Honest.
Why?
Why do you we
Have second thoughts
About the ending that we know so well?
Where there more things meant to tell?
Why?
Why are we thinking like this,
Just like this,
Is there something about us
That's different?
Do we fuss
Way too much?
What brings us together
In utopian fantasy
As Rauru declares the land a tragedy
And Zelda dreams her dreams,
Are things as they seem?
Watch and wait,
Secrets unfurl,
Enter now
The Gamer's World...
But just be sure
That you won't lack--
For there is no way to ever come back.
Don't know how to get there?
Follow your heart...

Or, you could just press "start".

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Where is home?
It's where the heart is...
Where's the heart?
There are no friends,
Never really had them.
Everything's been a lie,
Erupting,
Sputtering,
Burning in my face.
The lies;
Everywhere,
Everywhere,
They just keep on
Pretending,
But pretending get you
No where.
There is no home
In No where,
Is there?
If there's a home
In no where,
Then now I'm
Truly lost.
But was I found
Before I was lost?
Or was I always found,
Not lost?
Riddles laugh
At the one who
Has no home.
Home is where the heart is,
And where is that?
Not here,
Not here at all.
If I could find the heart,
Then I could find the home,
But there is no heart to find
Because there are
No friends
To have a heart.
They were the pretenders,
The ones who charaded
About as my friends
Who betrayed me
And cast me out,
To leave me alone,
To leave me afraid,
But was there ever a home?
Or am I the pretender?
Pretending to be no where
When somewhere is here,
Around the bend,
Beyond the corner.
Chained down,
Chained down,
Just can't move,
But if I could,
Where would I go?
Ironic,
The possibilities
Twist,
They
Swerve,
But they go no where,
And I wonder;
Why am I here
When I can be there?
But it's all the same,
All them same,
With no friends and
Just stuck here,
In a place
Where time passes
And slips through your fingers
Till there is nothing left.
Quicksand;
It falls and slides
Away,
Away from here.
It can get away,
And I can't...
The friends have long since
Gone from here,
But they were there,
I wasn't here
And everything was fine.
Nothing lasts forever,
And the things that do
Aren't worth the wait.
Remembrances
Streak
And
Turn
The twisted pathways,
They can't escape.
Bringing flickers
Of the good times,
They don't get there
In time,
For time has slipped,
Slipped right through
My fingers,
Just like the memories;
The memories of them,
The pretenders.
They are long since gone,
But I remember them,
I remember those pretenders,
When they weren't pretending
And when things were
Like they should be,
But that was long ago,
And there is nothing left.
Echoes all around,
The sounds
Of forgotten things,
The good times--
They aren't here now.
Nothing is here,
In no where.
And if I had a friend,
Would I be the pretender
This time?
No one comes along this
Tired road,
This beaten soul,
Just like me,
A sanctuary of nothing.
Thought;
They creep slowly,
Softly,
Taking their time
To burn through,
Inside the outside,
Over all things under.
What makes a friend?
I wouldn't know,
Don't have one,
Don't have any.
They're all pretenders.
I've been here so long,
So long
I know everything by heart,
Everything...
And I don't get lonely,
And I don't get depressed,
But things could be better.
Better if they hadn't
Pretended they were my friends,
If there were
No pretenders,
None who make-believe
And everything was
Made form reality.
Things could be better,
Things should be better,
Everything should be better,
But it's not...
And it won't,
And nothing ever has been...
They were pretenders...
And if you ever meet me,
Will you pretend?

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Fairy boy,
Where have you gone?
Don't you remember?
Don't you remember
Me
And
The games we played,
And
The fun we had,
When everything was
fun and innocent?
What happened
To those days,
Fairy Boy?
What happened
To you?
What happened
To everyone?
To Hyrule
And the Ranch.
For now it's cold
And no one cares,
You're gone,
It's gone,
And everyone hurts.
Fairy Boy,
Why did you go?
Was it something I did?
Was it something I said?
Are you even alive?
You were my friend...
You were my only friend...
But what happened?
Vanishing with
No trace,
Can't you see I miss you?
Can't you see I care?
The land cries for you,
I cry for you...
But you're gone,
And there is no one.
No one like you,
You were
One of a kind.
I didn't really know you,
Didn't know who you were.
But you knew me,
You knew me,
The real me
That only you know.
I didn't know you,
But I want to,
And I want to see,
So things can return like they were...
Like they should be.
Remember the innocent days?
When it was safe
To play and roam
The hills?
When we were free
And all was good,
No evil lurked
Around the corner,
Everything was right.
What happened
To those times?
Where did they all go?
They're gone
And gone is
Somewhere
You have been.
All I have is the memories,
But you were so much more.
You were my friend,
Why did you go?
I'm right here...
Did you lose your way?
I'm right here...
Did you forget the path?
I'm right here...
Did you forget me?
I'm right here...
Waiting for you...

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Look at it,

Gleaming, shining,

Taking in the light.

An instrument of destiny,

An instrument of creation,

Soon to be an instrument

Of death.

Watch the silver sheen,

Sparkling,

Reflecting my face.

That sword is

Who I am,

What I'm made of.

It's where I'm from,

Not that I liked it,

Not at all,

Not at all...

I'm from red blood,

Dreaming and pouring,

Staining the soul.

I'm from bruises,

Purple and yellow,

Sore and tender,

Never going away,

Always there.

I'm from the things

You cannot see.

From the things,

You cannot hear.

From the things,

You cannot even begin

To dream of.

I'm from chasms of death,

Looking me in the eyes,

Telling me to jump of,

End it all.

Sounds rather appealing now,

Doesn't it?

Look at that beauty,

Fine craftsmanship showing through.

Simple design,

Liquid almost,

The way it kills.

So liquid,

Fast and flowing.

I touch the blade

To my finger tips,

Coming back to

Where I'm from.

Touch the bruise

On my arm,

Coming back to

Where I'm from.

Listening to the voices,

Seeing the shadows,

Dreaming forbidden dreams,

Coming back to

Where I'm from.

Yes, it's a beauty,

To say the least.

Beauty can mean death too.

I hold the sword,

(Running off the bridge)

Take it in my hands,

And bleed.

(Falling into that chasm)

Coming back to

Where I'm from.

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Forget about
your broken past.
Forget the things
that never last.

Forget about
the helpless maiden.
Forget about
the land called Gaiden.

Forget about
your worldly cares.
Forget everything
that's there.

Forget about
your thoughtless friends.
Forget about
the lost dead-ends.

Forget about
the Kokiri.
Forget them all
and just be free.

Forget about
the mountain hills.
Forget about
the endless kills.

Forget about
the big black bruise.
Forget the fact
you'll always lose.

Forget about
your destiny,
forget them all
and be with me.

I love you, Link,
come and dance,
break this shattered,
darkened trance.

I cry at night
to hear your voice.
I need you, Link,
I have no choice.

Forget about
the Master Sword.
Forget about
the big reward.

Forget about
the endless reasons.
Forget about
fair-winded seasons.

Forget about
your weapons, boy.
They don't matter;
are just toys.

Forget about
Hyrule, for me.
I want to be with you,
there's no place I'd rather be.

Forget about
the many lands.
Forget about
the desert sands.

Forget about
the magic spells.
Forget to hear
the temple's bell.

Forget about
your Zora vow.
I don't care when,
I don't care how.

Forget about
the days and time,
forget them all
and just be mine.
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I can't look back
to that day,
the way she left it
so cold and desolate.
How could she leave me
and turn back time?
Send me back and lose
it all.
Lose the
friends,
lose the
loves,
lose the
only time in my life when
I actually felt
like I was needed
by others, my friends.
She couldn't understand,
she couldn't even
if I told her,
even if I shouted into
her delicate ears,
she would still be the same,
cold princess.
The same princess that
stole from me
seven precious years.
Seven years of me,
years that she
ruthlessly plundered
and grabbed just to save
her dear-little-kingdom,
and I could not of
cared less about the people.
So what if they die?
So what if our lives are
run by a one-track-minded
king of evil?
Would it really be so bad?
But that's back in the past,
or rather the future,
or rather an endless
void of the thoughts
and lost dreams.
But she would never
ever
ever
understand.
Not even if I wrote
it in the scrolls.
Not even if I
made her dream it
in her prophetic dreams;
she would never understand
what she did to me
that final day.
She didn't know
what it was like
to kill and kill
day after day,
endlessly fighting
for a 'worthy' cause.
She barely thanked me,
and those eyes...
Her warm violet orbs
weren't warm anymore,
they were frigid and
icy, fluid and harsh.
And she played
her little family treasure
and it was over, done.
Of course no one remembers
what happens in the future,
and I was the only one.
The only one that remembered
the bloodshed
and battles
and Ganondorf.
Only I remembered it,
for Zelda had given
me a so-called-gift
of memory
as she liked to call it.
I would remember the future
that was over
before it
started.
Only I can remember
that sharp bluish crystal
that took me away from
the time of my life,
it took me away back
to the past
where I was
young again,
no longer a hero,
no longer a fighter,
but a mere little
boy, only of ten.
Alone and afraid,
Trying to find
Lost friends.
But she didn't care,
But she didn't remember,
But it was nothing to them,
It was nothing.
It's dark now,
Slightly cold.
It's dark now,
The clouds are coming in.
It's dark now,
Innocence can't hide.
I am the dark,
The endless hero.
There are so many
unsolved worries,
problems.
No escape from them,
I feel it.
No escape right now,
or ever.
I'm in trouble,
Can feel it,
no way out,
None in the labyrinth.
No way out...
The hero is in trouble.
But when the hero
needs to be saved,
Who will save the hero?
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Hand in hand,
We bravely stand,
In anticipation
Awaiting participation
For the next game,
Us fans,
We have no shame.
Minds; they wander
While bodies saunter
Into dreams,
Into schemes.
Will Link ever grow old?
Will Zelda ever do
As she's always told?
Won't Ganon ever get sick
Of getting the short end of the stick?
Take your pick,
What'll it be?
Who is it that you'd like to see?
More of Ganon?
Or his phantom?
What about the sages?
It's time for the birds
To fly out of their cages.
How is that it never
Seems cliché?
What if,
To our dismay,
The next game was a re-make?
Would anyone buy it?
Would anyone try it?
Fear not,
Don't fear a lot,
We trust the designers,
We've promised not be whiners.
Seen the screenshots,
Heard the thoughts,
Yet nothing's come out,
And so we shout,
We wheedle information
To get a demonstration
Of Link's newest moves
And try to see if there is any
Other news
That we don't already know.
But where can we go?
We're dying to know
What it'll be,
If Ganon'll break free.
Too much of a surprise?
Yes, our eyes,
They search for more,
To find a door
Into fresh interviews,
Prying for new views
On just what'll happen,
And slowly,
Our fingers start to itch,
With a small stitch
In time
We imagine his mind,
Miyamoto's, what goes on?
We need this info,
Even if it has to be pawned.
Die-hard fans,
We make our clans,
We make our Zelda friends,
That'll last till the end
Of our final gaming day.
Are the endings starting to fray?
Losing interest in the magic?
Zelda doesn't seem so tragic,
Link the hero's getting older,
Ganon's heart is getting colder,
How many over-used plot-lines
Will it take,
For them to realize, it was perhaps
A mistake?
The population keeps on growing,
The fans show up,
They keep on going,
But nothing bad is coming clear,
So there is no need to fear
That we'll be ever torn apart.
We eagerly anticipate pressing "Start,"
On GameCube,
With eyes hooked on the tube,
Glued to the screen,
Patching up seams
That were ripped up by the wait
Of the line in the store,
It's just what we want,
But do we need more?
Intimidating?
Us?
How could that be?
We're simply fans
That want Link to be free.
Or perhaps we don't,
Perhaps we won't,
If it'll make the game last,
We'll play really fast.
Yet hand in hand,
We don't understand
That everything
Must have an end.
Still dreaming,
Still scheming,
It's not like we're meaning
To be so obsessed,
To make Mario seem second-best,
But who can resist
The Princess's face?
Or even Link's shining grace?
Splendor is even found
In quiet things that make no sound.
Will the next game
Be different than anything else?
Will Zelda look older?
Will Link be himself?
And the thoughts,
They keep on poring,
Taunting us,
They keep on luring
The fans into a place,
It's called Hyrule,
But it's vanishing quick without a trace...
New-age Zelda's soon to come,
And will we have those bruised up thumbs?
Will our hands begin to sweat?
Or swoon at the cute girl or guy
We've just met?
What about screaming at the screen,
Cursing the designers,
"It's not fair! That's so mean!"
Link's supposed to kiss the girl,
Though many things have yet to unfurl.
In the darkness,
We emerge from the shadows,
Silent,
Out of tune,
You may not be now,
But you will be soon.
New-age Zelda,
Yes, it's coming,
Will we hear new songs
Or Impa humming?
What about Zelda's lullaby?
The sound of the baby Goron's
Shrill cry.
Perhaps what we long to hear
Is just what is far away from near.
But maybe...
It might be better this way,
Wondering now,
Till tomorrow's next day.
Maybe, just maybe,
This was Shiggy's old plan,
To create our own images,
Supply our demands.
And maybe, just maybe,
If we give things a rest,
You know, simply start dreaming,
Put your mind to the test,
We'll create the best game ever,
Who knows,
It could even have Ganon in leather...
So hand in hand,
We now understand
That every designer
Has his own plan...

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