Prophecy

This is the story of Ocarina of Time, put into a sort of riddle. Please e-mail me with feedback, or suggestions for new stories or poems. Hope you like it!

Called upon when he was young

Spoken from the spirit's tongue

A tired soul, a troubled dream

Meets destiny, to hatch a scheme

Many nights of restless slumber

For a path he won't remember

No one shall know what they shall do

Where the heavens meet the skies of blue

Lies a center, of balanced gold

Three parts, three wishes, as it is told

His soul imprisoned till he has grown

And he'll awake, his journey known

Mysterious, is the one who plays

A golden harp, with warping ways

To take him where he dare not tread

To slaughter beasts and fiends it's said

Soon he'll discover what's in his past

The horror, and pain, shall always last

Yet life renews its sacred vow

To recreate all life somehow

Water, spirit, shadow, light

Fire, forest, hence ends his plight

Creates a way that seems unreal

Only one can find, can feel

He sees who wants to run his race

As he looks pure evil in the face

But his power, his strength can conquer all

As he answers this silenced call

When this is done he shall forget

Become a child, his destiny met

Yet in his heart he'll always know

What happened many years ago