September 29, 2004
AWAITING THE ANGEL OF DEATH
He was drowning,
So tired of people's faces frowning.
But there was no water , there was no flood,
He was dying in his own blood.
Took his sword and shoved it through,
Wanted to end his life and start anew.
Some hero he was, he sarcastically said,
While spewing crimson all over his bed.
He made a mistake that led to all this misery,
A mistake that would be remembered throughout all history.
He didn't come back one he was most needed,
Unlike many a time before this time death could not be cheated.
Now he was hated , all alone,
The angel of death would soon come to his home.
He looked at his stained sword, his only friend,
Then the ocarina , but that was only a lend.
So hastily he became so depressed,
The hero of time was very stressed.
Reflecting back on his life, throughout his past,
Many regrets were found ,happy memories did not last.
He felt so sad, so very betrayed,
On many occasions of violence and war, he fought without a complaint.
Was this all there was to life? Is this what he deserved?,
To be rejected from the kingdom of which he had served.
He would soon die but he was not scared,
Having the triforce of courage he wouldn't even dare.
Death he did not fear,
But anything to do with living, he didn't want to be near.
Awaiting his death, it would soon come,
For the angel of death awaits no one.