This poem was made by my good friend Timmy. Any credit you wish to give for this poem, please address it to him. Thank you. -Deo
Alone
Sitting in the darkness
Basking in my fright
I fasten my harness
There is no light
I grasp to my fear
Strong and tight
The end may be near
I will not win this fight
Gazing at the object in my hand
I light the fuse
I know understand
I cannot lose
If I am to survive I must be clever
Waiting here the fuse grows shorter
I will live through this endeavor
The bomb I have will restore order
His steps draw near
As he turns the corner
His life draw drear
This man will have no mourner
I launch the bomb
Before I can think
Ganondorf ran for his mom
I am Link