Disclaimer: Legend of Zelda belongs to Shigeru Miyamoto and Nintendo. anime animal wants to find the rites to it in her stocking tomorrow morning.

A.N: A poem I wrote a while ago, but never put up. I thought it would be a nice Christmas change to do something poetic.

Dedication: To Maria, fellow Orlando Obsessive and a great e-pen pal. Here's to dreams of Mr Bloom being wrapped up and also found in one of our stockings tomorrow (including the rites to Zelda!)

Fate's Child

Once upon a midnight cold,

In Hyrule's war torn land,

A humble woman, brave and doomed

Was cast into Fate's hand.

See as she lies there dying,

Her breaths are soon to cease.

The pain still seems unending

But soon she'll be at peace.

In her arms there lies a baby,

His cries pierce the forest air.

When his mother makes her passing

He is left there, cold and bare.

Yet the gods are with this baby,

They will not let him perish.

Golden Farore watches him,

This child's life she will cherish.

Entrusted to her servant,

She will watch him through the years,

Until Time's Door doth open

And Time's Hero shall appear.

Merry Christmas!