My land and my people...
So far gone...so far gone...
It all went wrong...that day in the rain
The blue eyes of the proud Sheikah race stood defiantly...
Their eyes cold and emotionless as the lightening cracked across the inky
dark sky...
But they didn't know...
They didn't know it was all for show...
But how could they know that it was not real?
To their death, they leapt into their graves...
Like the shadows they were named after...
Dark and silent...
Blood stained the forest floor, creating a stench of mud beneath the
warriors feet.
To save their home...
To save their land....
To save their princess and their queen
To stay loyal to the king
To keep at bay the evil king
The evil king with a cruel gold gaze
The king who cared not who stood in his way...
He cared not, the wounds of his own soul would never heal...
His past was dark...his past was lonely
It made him sad
It made him mad
So mad...so mad
That he had...
Had to induce the same...
The same pain into others...
Force them to understand...
What was at hand..
So he fought
And so did they
The shadows
against
the desert
Neither backing down
Neither emitting a sound
as the blood coated their clothes
As the rain washed it away
As their lives ended that day
The lives of the Shadow Folk
Their innocence taken
and replaced
with the blood of the dead
The dead warriors that dared to go against...
The evil king...
And so now...the evil king has won his first battle
A battle to never be known in the depths of the forest.
Where a tiny baby lay sleeping...his golden hair blowing in the breeze.
The newborn babe who's destiny is great...
But he's just a babe...
So now the Sheikah die as their irises turn red and roll back into their
heads.
There bodies lying into the ground....forever to rot.
Their spirits anxious for peace but only find solace in two...
The guardian of one they fought so hard to protect
And a little girl who hid deep in a ditch...and watched her people die
Watched the evil king's army trudge through the rain back to their home...
Watched the evil king himself smash his feet into the gray forms of the
dead...
And so the young shadow girl's spirit was broken...
As the souls called out to her begging for her help...
The help she could not give
As the young golden haired babe slept...
Innocent to the blood shed....
The blood shed for peace...
The peace he would fight for....
In a decade...
A long decade....
Where he would lose his innocence...
But until then...
The young red eyed girl must ignore the spirits calls...
The guardian must keep the souls voices at bay inside her mind...
As she continues to mourn her people...
And protects the babe of royal destiny...
As the evil king returns to the dying land...
The dying land of the bitter sands...
His home...
For now...
So far gone...so far gone...
It all went wrong...that day in the rain
The blue eyes of the proud Sheikah race stood defiantly...
Their eyes cold and emotionless as the lightening cracked across the inky
dark sky...
But they didn't know...
They didn't know it was all for show...
But how could they know that it was not real?
To their death, they leapt into their graves...
Like the shadows they were named after...
Dark and silent...
Blood stained the forest floor, creating a stench of mud beneath the
warriors feet.
To save their home...
To save their land....
To save their princess and their queen
To stay loyal to the king
To keep at bay the evil king
The evil king with a cruel gold gaze
The king who cared not who stood in his way...
He cared not, the wounds of his own soul would never heal...
His past was dark...his past was lonely
It made him sad
It made him mad
So mad...so mad
That he had...
Had to induce the same...
The same pain into others...
Force them to understand...
What was at hand..
So he fought
And so did they
The shadows
against
the desert
Neither backing down
Neither emitting a sound
as the blood coated their clothes
As the rain washed it away
As their lives ended that day
The lives of the Shadow Folk
Their innocence taken
and replaced
with the blood of the dead
The dead warriors that dared to go against...
The evil king...
And so now...the evil king has won his first battle
A battle to never be known in the depths of the forest.
Where a tiny baby lay sleeping...his golden hair blowing in the breeze.
The newborn babe who's destiny is great...
But he's just a babe...
So now the Sheikah die as their irises turn red and roll back into their
heads.
There bodies lying into the ground....forever to rot.
Their spirits anxious for peace but only find solace in two...
The guardian of one they fought so hard to protect
And a little girl who hid deep in a ditch...and watched her people die
Watched the evil king's army trudge through the rain back to their home...
Watched the evil king himself smash his feet into the gray forms of the
dead...
And so the young shadow girl's spirit was broken...
As the souls called out to her begging for her help...
The help she could not give
As the young golden haired babe slept...
Innocent to the blood shed....
The blood shed for peace...
The peace he would fight for....
In a decade...
A long decade....
Where he would lose his innocence...
But until then...
The young red eyed girl must ignore the spirits calls...
The guardian must keep the souls voices at bay inside her mind...
As she continues to mourn her people...
And protects the babe of royal destiny...
As the evil king returns to the dying land...
The dying land of the bitter sands...
His home...
For now...