Legend of Zelda belongs to Nintendo.
Shadows in the noontime;
daylight in the night.
Each are out of line
and neither in the right.
The wind is blowing fire,
simply breathing death,
upon the weakened life.
Why is no one's guess.
Rebellion is squashed,
they have no hope to
fight.
The dictator's iron hand
holds them in his might.
Darkness reigned the
kingdom,
seven years they say...
Somber bells were ringing
until that one day.
The haze of evil broke
apart
as an aurora like a sword
cut through the dark.
The sudden news the people
heard,
"The dictator is
dead."
Soon as he came, the hero
left.
He didn't bother with
thanks;
just grinned and shook his
head.
Then from the shore he
raised his sails
and sailed away again.
