Disclaimers: I know everyone knows that none of this is mine. Characters,
enemies, plots.. All part and partial to ole Nintendo. Swell job fellas,
swell job. *beams.*
Author's Note: This is my idea of what rolls around in the Hero of Time's
head. Pretty-pretty-Princess-Zelda fans prepare for the worst. Link is
having a hard time with his lifestyle. It's a little poem dedicated to the
man behind the mask of innocence and naivety.
Exhaustion
She doesn't realize, nor does she understand
That I'm sworn to my duties, my title, my land
I have no choice; no say in what I do
I just accept the fact that I eternally serve you
I have no resentment, dispite or sadness
Just a fear, the fear of succumbing to madness
My failure puts everything you've worked so hard at stake
That I couldn't possibly fault you, my leige, or pose a mistake
But if so a time would arouse, that I may let you down
Would you banish me in the midst of losing your crown
My humble request is that you see me as your Hero of Time
Nothing more for reasons of mere acquaintence and the paying dime
I'm not a mercenary, but a Hylian bidding your every request
Slaying the many montrosities in my infamous temple quests
But I must tell you of a darker side, something I have kept hid
When a I lower my shield, drop my sword, and bow my head
Fatigue has a funny way of expressing itself in hardships
Where as I would battle until exhaustion hits
I never tell you of the times I'm locked away in dugeons for days
Or chained to the wall where I sleep on parasitic hay
Or even when my weapon is knocked free from my very grasp
And I am beaten senseless to the point I fear it is my last
I even hide my darkest fear, many of times coming close to the end
Where I, the Hero of Time, have suffered--To you I pretend..
I show no fear, play your precious Hero
But deep down it's merely that of a show
As for your feelings, they aren't apparent to me
Though I am aware that there is something I see
Where your cheeks turn a ginger shade of red
The crimson lays like the sheets amongst your bed
In a soft pillow dew, are the scarlet of your lips
When they purse into that smile that gently slips
Or the language you present me through the shift of your hips
The way you address your attire in such a fashion
That leaves my ever questioning of your inner passion
But dearest heir queen of Hyrule I must remind you of my path
I am the Hero of Time, and merely that
I cannot love, I cannot hate, nor can I bear disdain, or despair
I carry the sword of evil's bane, bear blue eyes, and blonde hair
To which I would be referred as the stereotypical savior
The hero of Hyrule and many other lands to my favor
But in all reality I am just another Hylian, another man
Traveling for the likes of my title, to which I cannot stand
My patience are faultering, my emotions are turmoiled
Please do not burden me with your seeded soil
Where your love disrupts our simplistic routine
Where I am the Hero, you are the future queen...
Author's Note: It's not that bad on Zelda-bashing, but eh, whaddya gunna
do? I whipped this one up one eve in somewhat of a bad mood. I felt trapped
and miserable so I decided to reliquish my words from someone else's
perspective. *nod, nods.*
enemies, plots.. All part and partial to ole Nintendo. Swell job fellas,
swell job. *beams.*
Author's Note: This is my idea of what rolls around in the Hero of Time's
head. Pretty-pretty-Princess-Zelda fans prepare for the worst. Link is
having a hard time with his lifestyle. It's a little poem dedicated to the
man behind the mask of innocence and naivety.
Exhaustion
She doesn't realize, nor does she understand
That I'm sworn to my duties, my title, my land
I have no choice; no say in what I do
I just accept the fact that I eternally serve you
I have no resentment, dispite or sadness
Just a fear, the fear of succumbing to madness
My failure puts everything you've worked so hard at stake
That I couldn't possibly fault you, my leige, or pose a mistake
But if so a time would arouse, that I may let you down
Would you banish me in the midst of losing your crown
My humble request is that you see me as your Hero of Time
Nothing more for reasons of mere acquaintence and the paying dime
I'm not a mercenary, but a Hylian bidding your every request
Slaying the many montrosities in my infamous temple quests
But I must tell you of a darker side, something I have kept hid
When a I lower my shield, drop my sword, and bow my head
Fatigue has a funny way of expressing itself in hardships
Where as I would battle until exhaustion hits
I never tell you of the times I'm locked away in dugeons for days
Or chained to the wall where I sleep on parasitic hay
Or even when my weapon is knocked free from my very grasp
And I am beaten senseless to the point I fear it is my last
I even hide my darkest fear, many of times coming close to the end
Where I, the Hero of Time, have suffered--To you I pretend..
I show no fear, play your precious Hero
But deep down it's merely that of a show
As for your feelings, they aren't apparent to me
Though I am aware that there is something I see
Where your cheeks turn a ginger shade of red
The crimson lays like the sheets amongst your bed
In a soft pillow dew, are the scarlet of your lips
When they purse into that smile that gently slips
Or the language you present me through the shift of your hips
The way you address your attire in such a fashion
That leaves my ever questioning of your inner passion
But dearest heir queen of Hyrule I must remind you of my path
I am the Hero of Time, and merely that
I cannot love, I cannot hate, nor can I bear disdain, or despair
I carry the sword of evil's bane, bear blue eyes, and blonde hair
To which I would be referred as the stereotypical savior
The hero of Hyrule and many other lands to my favor
But in all reality I am just another Hylian, another man
Traveling for the likes of my title, to which I cannot stand
My patience are faultering, my emotions are turmoiled
Please do not burden me with your seeded soil
Where your love disrupts our simplistic routine
Where I am the Hero, you are the future queen...
Author's Note: It's not that bad on Zelda-bashing, but eh, whaddya gunna
do? I whipped this one up one eve in somewhat of a bad mood. I felt trapped
and miserable so I decided to reliquish my words from someone else's
perspective. *nod, nods.*