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Here's my first one, I call it


Story of Skullkid

One time, when I was all alone,
I encountered two friends, And their bodies shone,
Brightly against the darkness of that hollow fallen trunk
I'll admit it, my life had sunk.

Once I had friends,
I thought it'd never end.
But sadly, they had left me,
for the Swamp, the Mountains,
The Canyon, and the Sea.

I was angry, I'll admit.
All I intended was a bit
of chaos, and the rare prank.
My friends then, became frank.

'Why do you cause havoc,
why do you cause this pain?'
When no reply I gave, this is what They said:
'Do this thing again,
And you will wind up DEAD!'

This had broken my heart,
For I'd found out, long ago
Only playing pranks on others,
would cause my friends to show.

But I had met new friends,
And they were kind to me.
Playing out in the field,
were we, the Three.

One day I had come across,
A merchant, traveling.
To a land I'd seen once before,
The land of the Kokiri.

I was curious, I'll admit
'What were his wares?'
So I sent my friends to tell him
That I would soon be there.

I guess they must have shocked him,
For he was on the ground.
I checked what wares he had,
And this is what I'd found.

A colorful mask,
It was a pretty thing,
As I gazed upon it,
In my mind it seemed to sing:

'Put me on, Put me on,
I'll give you what you wish.
Fame, power, glory?
Maybe some very rare fish?'

I looked on it and said,
'Friends are all I have!'
This was a mistake,
For the mask then replied,
'Then more friends you will make!'



Sorry, it was my first attempt at a completely, just thought up poem. It's supposed to show Skullkid's perspective of the situation, and a vague idea on why he'd put the mask on.


I'm planning on going into a VGM (Video Game Maker) career, and am trying to make prophetic 'poems' for a story that one of the games I plan to make:


The Prophecy

To the Reader:

Stand on land, where there is none.
During a day, without a Sun.
When the Water, bursts in Flame.
You shall know then, why you came.

Chosen One

To The One:

Thou hast, finally come.
To the spot, where it begun.
Years back, many knights,
Have met their doom, for the people's plights.

Those who died, had shed their blood,
All in vain, for it was done.
The war, that had claimed many lives,
Had failed, the Demon, to excise.

For he is free, and time has come,
For his freedom, to be undone.
The task is to you, Chosen one,
For that last Knight, you are his Son.


Sounds too much like the Seal War, eh?

Here's another one. Still ahs a rhyme to it xd .