Nothing
The song she had sung drained him of all life,
Living in death and emptiness.
He visits the cold grave in Kakariko,
Finding nothing.
He sits as if something were to happen.
He finds nothing.
He stares hollowly ahead,
He sees but nothing.
He kneels in front, pulling the grass as though it were her hair.
Yet, he feels nothing.
The wind whips at his hair, blowing in the breeze,
But the gentle touch is nothing.
He stands absently, only to walk away in the rain.
No coldness is sensed.
There is nothing.
Wow, seven years later, I totally forgot this poem even existed. woo... -_-
I wonder who died...kinda...