The Master Sword

December 14, 2011
By Anonymous

I saw you walking towards me
So young then, just a child
Your eyes matched the hue of my hilt
You took me in your small hands
Pulled at me with all of your might
And the golden-green light shone down from the window
Onto your glowing face and golden hair
And the goddesses proclaimed you
Link, the Hero of Time.

Ganondorf stepped out of the shadows then
Tall and regal, armored and strong
And he reached into the Sacred Realm
And took the great Triforce in his gloved hand
And his eyes glowed amber
Like the fire that wrapped him like a cloak
And he threw his head back and laughed at you
For you were just a child to attempt the goddesses
And he was Ganondorf, the Evil King.

You cried out and lifted me awkwardly
Your small arms no power held, no strength
And you swung my glistening blade toward your foe
But Ganondorf laughed because you were so foolish
And struck you across the face with his gloved hand
You fell to the ground with blood in your eyes
And he kicked you once and you cried out
He kicked you twice and you lay still and pale
You clutched me possessively even unconscious.

Seven years you lay sleeping, enchanted
You never released my glowing hilt that matched your blue eyes
And I watched you grow slowly
Tall and strong, a grown man
And I waited my time to be raised in combat
Seven years’ dust fell on the dust of centuries
But I knew this time would be the glory I had wanted
For you were called the Hero of Time
And I was to be by your side, your shining Master Sword.

At last the spell left your closed eyelids
And you awoke to a Hyrule tortured and torn
You looked on with dismay
For you never were all that brave, I know
Until Farore of Courage gave you her token
To wear on your hand and your heart
And you placed me in the sheath I had not seen for centuries
And strapped me to your broad back
And your blue eyes reflected the blue of my hilt.

You had been a foolish boy, a country lad
With unruly sunshine curls and gay, innocent blue eyes
You took pride in each stone unturned, each shrub sent running
And you marveled at the expanse of the world.
Now you were a strong young man, a handsome youth
Whose long golden hair made you appear fiercer
And your blue eyes were no longer innocent, but dangerous, yet still laughing
And you felt no pain and nothing could ever surprise you again.
You were grown and had the weapon of a master in your hand.

I could feel your heartbeat against my light-played blade
And I felt your footsteps upon the beaten path
You carried me into mountain high and caverns low
And when you were in danger, I leapt to your hand
And guided you to victory by swift stroke and twisting stab
When every battle was over, you knelt and thanked the goddesses
And you thanked the Sages and the Triforce
And then, under your breath, you thanked me
Your companion who never faltered, gleaming blade.

We were one creature, courage and death
No demon of hell could stand before us
Handsome hero and shining sword
We smiled fiercely through sweat and blood
I felt your exultation upon flesh-cutting stroke
Your carnal instinct relishing the feel of pain and battle
You saw the light dance upon my steel
When I loved the danger and the live-or-die
Bloodthirsty pair of warriors, one living, one cold.

The power coursed down my glowing blade
As I hurled Ganon’s death surges back at the evil one
And each swing of a legend-bound weapon
Threw death a glancing blow with a flourish
Your sweat-damp golden hair fell into your eyes
As you battled evil fiery power with defiant living-green courage
Your blue eyes alight as the enemy stumbled and fell
And you stepped forward to deliver the killing stroke
And I, the Master Sword, was in your callused hand.

Now you walk slowly into the Temple
Not reverent, but only sad
The misery in your blue eyes matches the glow of my hilt
You take me in your gloved, strong hand
Push down with all the might you have gained
And the silver-blue light shone down from the window
Onto your scarred face and golden hair
And the tear that falls is mixed with blood and sweat
And we bid farewell to each other.

The light, plain, simple white sunshine
Shines down from the window onto your face
Your child’s face, round and innocent and smiling
Your child’s eyes, gay and innocent and blue
Your fairy flies towards the light
Without a farewell or a nod
And you turn, strong with all that you have learned
Farore’s token on your hand and your heart
And the light of truth and glory shines on you and I.

For you are to stay a child again
And I am to let the dust fall and dull my gleaming blade
You are to keep your gay, innocent eyes
And return to a peaceful life in the forest
Without memories of blood and power
Ringing down my blade and against your hands
I let light play against the steel
In a final display of love for you
Link, the Hero of Time. The Master Sword.

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