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They came from the sky,
From the goddess’s perch on high,
Where loftwings soar,
And the island filled with happiness galore.
That happiness was taken when Her Grace was snatched away,
Taken by a demon, whose master he did obey.
Her grace need not worry, however,
For there was a man who would not allow her to be taken; never.
From the clouds he descended,
Down, down, down, as fate intended.
But was it truly fate alone that deemed his feelings so?
None may ever know.
Sword in hand, shield on his back,
Always hoping he was on the right track.
Those fearful eyes of hers, still clear in his mind;
Recalling them, his heart would always whine.
He loved her, more than anyone knew,
His love so pure and true.
Had anyone before loved someone so much,
That they would ache from the loss of their touch?
The hero’s longing for her only grew,
His desire to be with her compared to nothing else he knew.
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder;
Could his fondness for her grow any broader, I wonder?
From the tears that stained his cheeks,
Shedding them in sobs for days, weeks,
My readings suggest he loved Her Grace a great deal;
Her touch would definitely cause all his sorrows to heal.
The man followed Her Grace’s trail,
Her true purpose slowly beginning to unveil:
She was the golden goddess in mortal form,
Her life tied to the destiny she would perform.
The demon sought her blood to revive his master,
Who would bring about untold disaster;
The chaos and ruin, the goddess wanted to prevent,
Which caused her to make her mortal descent.
This fact the goddess confirmed to her hero,
The reality of it all piercing his heart like an arrow.
The true hurt came when she sealed herself away;
Drifting into a long slumber to keep the beast at bay.
When his tears had dried, the hero lifted his head,
Eyes narrowed and determined, ready for what lay ahead.
“When this is all over, will you come to wake me up?” she asked.
He promised he would as soon as he was done with what was tasked.
He completed challenges without hesitation,
Triumphing over any and all situations.
Power, wisdom, courage; all the qualities of a true hero;
The chance he was not was a percentage of zero.
When he finally woke the goddess from her slumber,
And he was finally able to wrap his arms around her,
His happiness was truly at the brink.
Her sweet voice whispered, “Good morning, Link…”
Then the demon came and snatched her away again;
I sensed the hero’s anger peaked then.
He rushed after the demon, slaying any foe in his way.
Evil would regret taking her; they would pay.
By the hero’s hand, the evil was slain,
Bringing an end to all the pain.
The hero and goddess lived happily ever after.
I was proud to call the hero, Link, my master.