As read by princess Zelda from the Book of Mudora in one of her many searches for the Hero...
Beyond the gate that ends the wood
Where weary ones remove their hood,
For though the path was dark and green
The open field can now be seen.
The Ancient Land of that fair kind
Of old, that elves may not yet find.
The Hylia were, they are no more.
The world was changed for grief and sore.
Yet, still may those who seek the Land
Find their children that proudly stand
As last remnant of that fair kind
Which is but memory in mind.
Small is Hyrule yet people live
Where climes are right and rightly give
The life that all hold with patience
Thus, no race wishes to go thence
Each race is unique and differs
Each clime is but one and offers.
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Where tree is tall and lands about
Have no return and no way out.
Where green is seen and light is small,
Kokiri are the children all.
Forever young is She that dwells
Beside the hidden faerie wells.
Where flame is red and Dragon stalked,
Where mighty hero there once walked
When fire flows, and mountain shakes,
The Goron race stands up and wakes.
Their Great Leader descendant is
Of he who claimed the hammer his
Where river starts and river ends,
Where water flows and there defends
The proud kingdom, the Zora race
Are loth to come and show their face.
The Fair Princess of their kindred
Seeks to, of all, the hero wed!
Where darkness lurks and shadows loom,
The Sheikah Folk await their doom.
For come will be the time at length,
When gone shall be their ancient strength.
The Shadow-Woman's now the last
Of those Proud Warriors from the past.
Where sand and wind are all but one,
Where all the weak are death or gone.
Gerudo Fortress never sleeps.
The sounds that fly are never weeps.
The lone-wolf thief She claims to be,
Is naught but guise to those who see.
Where light is come and so is He,
Ancient for all for old he be
Where sword lies locked and relic is
Where plans and Door and all but his.
He is ever on wary sense
For those that may escape from hence.
Beyond the gate that ends the wood
Where weary ones remove their hood,
For though the path was dark and green
The open field can now be seen.
The Ancient Land of that fair kind
Of old, that elves may not yet find.
The Hylia were, they are no more.
The world was changed for grief and sore.
Yet, still may those who seek the Land
Find their children that proudly stand
As last remnant of that fair kind
Which is but memory in mind.
Small is Hyrule yet people live
Where climes are right and rightly give
The life that all hold with patience
Thus, no race wishes to go thence
Each race is unique and differs
Each clime is but one and offers.
******************************************
Where tree is tall and lands about
Have no return and no way out.
Where green is seen and light is small,
Kokiri are the children all.
Forever young is She that dwells
Beside the hidden faerie wells.
Where flame is red and Dragon stalked,
Where mighty hero there once walked
When fire flows, and mountain shakes,
The Goron race stands up and wakes.
Their Great Leader descendant is
Of he who claimed the hammer his
Where river starts and river ends,
Where water flows and there defends
The proud kingdom, the Zora race
Are loth to come and show their face.
The Fair Princess of their kindred
Seeks to, of all, the hero wed!
Where darkness lurks and shadows loom,
The Sheikah Folk await their doom.
For come will be the time at length,
When gone shall be their ancient strength.
The Shadow-Woman's now the last
Of those Proud Warriors from the past.
Where sand and wind are all but one,
Where all the weak are death or gone.
Gerudo Fortress never sleeps.
The sounds that fly are never weeps.
The lone-wolf thief She claims to be,
Is naught but guise to those who see.
Where light is come and so is He,
Ancient for all for old he be
Where sword lies locked and relic is
Where plans and Door and all but his.
He is ever on wary sense
For those that may escape from hence.
