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Stars

Under the Moonlight glow, I turn to tears

Funny how I used to love the night sky

Funny how our lives can change so much in a couple years

Once wishing to run now wishing to fly

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And now I face myself, turning into something new

I've made myself something else entirely

I'm tired of being tired

And looking up into the stars I find myself

Fallin down

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And if I were to reach the moon

Would I feel as though I've done what I must do

Made myself go so far, orbiting among my peers

Looking down amongst the grounds where I once faced my fears

I have suffered doubt, the goals I have made myself

And Pushing further was the only thing I knew to do to oneself

Well I guess I'll keep on diving further until I make it through

For There is only one way that I can go, watching as the falling stars are within view

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And now I face myself, turning into something new

I've made myself something else entirely

I'm tired of being tired

And looking up into the stars I find myself

Fallin down

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Moonlight Thoughts

"Thought I would find you here." Calls out a familiar voice from behind. Isaac looks over his shoulder as Stephanie walks down the hill where he resides. He smiles as he relaxes a bit, feeling the midnight breeze passing by while she sits down on the soft grass of the hill next to him.

"Where else would I be..." Isaac responds with a soft laugh, "Past midnight, I can't catch a wink so I come to my little place of solitude to think."

They stare at the little pond, where the pale moonlight reflects off the surface of the calm waters. A moment of silence stood between them as they took in the serene beauty of their scenery. Isaac looks away from the pond as he looks up at the starry sky.

"So what's keeping you up tonight? What's dancing around in your head? Some what ifs and maybes?" Steph asks, poking a little fun at her friend.

"You could say that..." A brief reply from Isaac as his smile fades away, "Just a memory, a sad one. Something that could have been prevented, if I was smart enough, if I was a better friend."

"What makes you think that you aren't a good friend?" She asked, laying back on the cold soft grass. "And what makes you think you aren't smart?"

"If I was smart, I wouldn't have said the things that left my mouth. If I was a better friend, I wouldn't have hurt my friendship with a dear friend. I look back on it, time and time again. I think about it, how I could have just stopped before I ever crossed that line..."

"Thinking about it isn't going to change anything Isaac. We all make mistakes..."

"Not like this..." He says quietly, feeling his hand shaking. "I was so stupid, I wasn't thinking clearly. I acted like a complete dumbass and now..."

Steph laid there staring at the moonlit clouds passing through the sky, thinking to herself about why this would bother him so much. She looks over at her quiet friend, watching as he stares at the water with weary eyes. How dear was this friend to him?

"This friend of yours, were you two close?" She decided to ask.

"Yeah, I considered them one of my best friends. Funny, in the short amount of time I have known them, we became close quickly."

"So you liked them..."

"No!" He shouts, chuckling a bit, "No, nothing like that. Honestly, it never crossed my mind. Feelings never existed, truth be told, I just cherished our friendship a lot. Like, have you ever met someone and clicked instantly? It was like that, our talks, banter, hanging out and so forth. I loved every second of it, I never looked at them as more than a friend. Why ruin a good thing with feelings..."

"So, if they mean so much to you, to the point that you are up late at night thinking about it." She pauses for a moment and sits up, "Why not talk to them? Apologize for whatever it was you did."

"Sometimes an apology isn't enough. I have written a hundred letters, tossed and started again. a hundred letters, thinking of the words that could be said, that could make things right. Every time I reach that last sentence, that last word, I think to myself what if this isn't enough? What if, they don't even bother to read it and throw it away?"

"But it's a start, a step in the right direction. Look Isaac, there are days where friendships hit a bump on the road and split. Sometimes, that's what a friendship needs, to find the strength to move forward. It sounds silly, hell, maybe it is silly. We are friends for a reason though, brought together by sheer coincidence or fate.

But whatever made us friends, doesn't matter, we chose to look at each other and decide that we are each other's favorite little human. There are moments where the clock hand will freeze and a split in time will cause a rift between that friendship, a mistake or miscommunication, something caused that rift. And if we truly cherish that friend of ours, we will do what it takes to get that hand ticking once more, make things right.

We can choose to dwell on the what ifs and maybes, dwell on the little things we said or done to cause that rift to appear between us. Or, we can finish that letter and fix this. Own up to the mistake, issue at hand, apologize. Before it's too late, before that rift grows any bigger and soon evolves to become a sign that our hearts will forever see, a sign that every time we look back on and hurt.

Isaac, I don't know what happened but what I do know is, you are one of the nicest people I have ever met. You always aim to do the right thing, but you will learn, even the nicest human can make a mistake. Intentional or not, something happened and now it's up to you to make things right."

"You're right..." Isaac closes his eyes as a tear slides down his cheek. As he opens them to look to his left at Stephanie but as he does, there was no one by his side. He takes a deep breath and looks up at the stars and the beautiful moon.

"You're right..."

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Neon Stars

Inspired by the newly released game, Stray.

Humans, we were told they lived in cities under the Stars. Thriving on the light gifted to them from beyond their world. Yet they took this gift for granted and became greedy, building steel ceilings to hide them away. Building artificial stars that blinded them of the real ones. Soon all the steel and wires would eventually consume the sky, creating a world of Darkness.

This Darkness would soon consume the Humans, leaving only the steel hearts they created behind.

Hundreds of years later, one being who was tired of living in the darkness, tired of looking up at the Steel Sky. He would walk the dim streets and wish for a light to brighten up their dull lives. So one day, he made his own light and made his own star.

Everyone thought a screw was loose as the rusted brain lit up with an idea. He would collect disfigured light bulbs, color wiring, and even a metal sheet to create his own neon light.

He would sing a colorful song as the town gathered like a storm. They watched as the stained walls began to fill with the brightly lit colors. They watched as the mad one climbed on top of the shambling rooftops of the night city, placing his orange tinted signs as high as they can be.

The silent townfolk began to cheer for their Neon Hero as the once darkened sky lit up with brightly colored Stars. He started to dance as his home shined under the sky of cold steel with a neon symphony.

But that Symphony of Neon Stars would come to an end...

Soon the Sentinels would gather around his orange tinted home, stained with wires and bulbs. Their cold fingers grasp the heated lights and pull them down. They shoo away the curious eyes, they collected the hopes that dangled above the damped pavements and soon the Neon Stars, shined no more.

The townfolk walked the dim streets with hopeless eyes once again. Their Neon Savior was taken away, his Stars and Dreams no longer remained. His Symphony lost its sound, its conductor, its instruments of radiant beauty.

Yet without his guide, his intellect, the people still had hope. They saw the colorful Stars in the cold sky once before, they felt the lights melt away their troubles. For that, they know what to do, they knew that together they can create the neon rain that once showered over their rusted seams.

And with that knowledge, together they will light the quiet streets with the colors of the Neon tears. All of them watched as the steel sky lit up with the stars that beamed down created by the artificial hearts that never saw the light of a real day. They gathered like fireflies dancing in the starlight fields as they smiled at their Neon creation.

But, they can't help but feel a bit of sadness, for the one who started it all. Ever since the Sentinels took him away for creating the first Neon Star, he was never seen again.

One being came forward with a special sign, resonating an Orange tint. He placed it on the rusted over door that the kind stranger once lived behind. With a flip of a switch, the star lit up, the faces gathered with a harmonic tune, the very tune he would sing as he worked in his little Neon shop.

This Harmony was later called, the Ballad of the Neon Stars. In remembrance of the First Star that brought hope to their little artificial night sky.

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The Reason Behind Writing

I have been asked, once before, why do I write? I never truly gave anyone the honest answer, the truth of the matter. One person though, I did tell, the reasoning behind my writing. The Reason I would rather write out the truth than to speak it, is to tell the words a wounded heart cannot.

Growing up I have always been told to stop talking, to stop being a bother, to stop annoying another. And for that I grew up silent, I began to struggle with words and when I try to speak sometimes they don't come out just right. I mistakenly say something that wasn't on the mind or comes out entirely different.

I found myself unable to speak from the heart and in the end, the words are never able to come out. I try, oh trust me I try, they come out on shambles and then people leave. I found myself able to translate thoughts and feelings through poetry, through stories, Through writing.

It is easier for me, better for me. Today I feel something went wrong when speaking and damage was dealt. I am uncertain what happened, I am uncertain what was said. And honestly, I am still trying to figure it out.

So here I am, words on a page. Explaining my faults, not for a song or story. But to understand why I am a writer and not a speaker. Maybe I should remain this way.

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What If Ocarina of Time Was A Musical

: Song of Storms

Spin around, and around,

There is no need to frown

Just as the Rain goes, Just as the wind blows

Watch me sing, listen well

There is no need to dwell

For this is the Song of Storms

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First the clouds, then the wind,

Here comes the pouring rain

Just close your weary eyes, hear the falling sky

Here's the storm, Let's perform

Let's all dance along

For this is the night of songs

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Look at you, Look at you,

Where did I hear this tune,

It Started with a hello, He appeared years ago 

In his hands, He Commands,

The Power within this song

From there everything went wrong

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First the clouds, then the wind,

Then the Mill began to spin!

What was that song, what has it drawn

Listen Well, Show and Tell,

The Storms be crawling In

The Song That Played Back When

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Years Ago, With A Hello

Oh How Time Does Flow

Around and Round, Here my Sound

No more frowns, For the crowds

The Inspiration from our songs

For that is the power we have drawn

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First the clouds, then the rain,

Oh who would ever distain

Just as the Thunder roars, and the wind soars

Today is yours, As it Downpours

And Tonight We Perform

For this is our Song of Storms!

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Sea of Stars

"There lies an endless Sea of Stars, waves that travel and spread their light across the vast ocean that is our universe. Every Star, contains Millions of voices and stories. The brighter they shine, the more incredible the story will be."

"But why can't we hear their voices?" Spoke the little one, staring out at the cosmic sea.

"Because we are not ready to hear them. We can see their lights, we can see their hearts but their voices are as quiet as a whisper in an ocean of lives. When the time comes, you might visit their part of the sea to hear them."

"How can I ever reach them? There are so many!"

Mother set her hand gently on the little one's head and lent a reassuring smile. "Trust me, my little bird, one day you will have wings more beautiful than the eyes can see. You will spread them and fly across that vast colorful sea before you."

The daughter looked out the window of their little shuttle as they floated along the Cosmic void near their home. Her gentle green eyes looked curiously with a joyful smile. She looked up at her Mother and back to the window as a little light appeared amongst the others.

"Did you see that?" She exclaimed, "That light appeared outside of the others!"

Mother laughed and pointed towards the brand new blue star, "That was the birth of a new story, a new voice that will one day reach out curious little ears."

"I hope to hear them soon!" The little one jumped with excitement.

"And you will, all of them." She smiles with a tear sliding down her cheek, "A Million voices, swimming in that great Vast Sea of Stars. Beautiful colors, shining as bright as the other, sharing their stories just as we will one day."

"What is our story?" She looked up at her Mother, noticing the tear, "Why are you crying?"

"Just remembering a Story I heard a long time ago, a story your Father told me." She kneels down and smiles solemnly, "When you are older, his story will be ready to hear. Currently hidden in the depths of the others but soon will be revealed when your story comes to light. When you are ready to tell yours, others will appear with theirs."

"But I don't have a story...?"

"Yes you do, we all do. We might not know it now but as we grow, as our light resonates in the Sea and a story is born."

Staring out into the vast space, an ocean of stars of all colors, smiles appeared. The Sea was beautiful, Millions of lights spreading farther than their eyes can see. A Million Voices, stories waiting to be told, resonating before them. As the waves of clouds overlap their lights, hiding the colors as they shine.

Soon, her daughter began to cough and in her Mother's arms she went. A tear rolled down her cheek as she carried her to bed, resting next to the window revealing the colorful stars. Tucking her into bed, setting her hand on top of her forehead, she looked at the lights.

"No matter what comes before you, no matter how dark the Sea can be, their lights will always shine. For there is a Sea of Stars, voices, that will never go quiet as long as you seek them out." She looks down at her daughter, her eyes sparkling, "No matter what comes before you, your story will be told and you will shine before the clouds. Brighter than those around you."

With a kiss on the head and a weary smile, she remembers the song, he used to sing to them on cloudy days...

"Hush little Star, don't you cry. Your voice will be heard in the starry sky. Once your sorrow fades away, your light will shine brighter for us today. And once your light starts to shine, your star will appear for you to find."

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What If Ocarina of Time Was A Musical Pt. 2

: A Haunted Canvas

Tell me what do you see

In my wicked work of Art

A depiction of history

That time torn apart

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A home beyond A Frame

Trapped by My Master's strings

A Puppet made to be tamed

A Puppet by my Evil King

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So come in boy of Courage

A Hero lost in Time

Don’t be discourage

As you follow the silent chimes

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Follow closely, the Poes that cry

And the Flames they possess

For the Truth hidden in their eyes

Can be your only key to success

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Tell me what do you see

In my Wicked work of art

Madness you normally cannot foresee

Madness that Time torn apart

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For As The world turned to grey

A Puppet I became

Built by hatred far away

Left with the cries I cannot name

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Do you see the vines growing mad

As you cling to life

Do you see the land now scarred my lad

As you travel with strife

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Do you see?

Our Wicked work of Art

Do you feel?

The Wickedness in your heart?

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Tell me what do you see

In my wicked work of art

A prison for me

A prison I cannot depart

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Tell me, what do you see

In my wicked work of art

As you stare into the tainted scenery

Painted by Madness and framed by Evil Hearts

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The Puppet I became

Filled with Hatred

Blinded by Evil's Flame

As I am left in a painted prison I created

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Tell me Boy of Courage

What do You see in my wicked work of Art?

As You aim your Bow feeling discouraged

Aiming at my Haunted work of broken Hearts

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In The Castle

“It’s all my fault, I’ve left them...all to die.”

Opening her eyes, she stares solemnly at the cold ceiling above. She sits up from the worn out bed, her long blonde hair resting over her shoulders as she rubs her eyes softly. As she lowers her hand, staring at the dirt resting on the skin, standing up she would make way into the silent halls of the abandon Castle.

Touching the rough stone in the halls, walking barefoot silently as the pale skin woman made way to the main corridor. She would stop right before the torn rug, staring at the loose threads with a cold stare, she takes in a deep breath as her hands form a tight fist. Taking a step forward onto the rug she walked into the main Hall of her once mighty home, now prison.

I remember the first time I walked into this part of the Castle, Father, you stood above everyone else as you made orders for the Knights to follow. You didn’t know I snuck out of study area to hear your speech, you didn’t know about all the times I snuck in here to learn how to be a leader.

The way you stood tall, the way you composed your voice and bellow out words of Wisdom, Strength, and Courage. Never showing a moment of doubt, never showing a hesitation among those that looked up with fire in their eyes, listening to every word. The feeling we all had with every speech, with every word that echoed through this very hall as you spoke.

I need those words now Father, I need them to give me the...

Freezing in the middle of the room, whispers slowly surrounding the chamber’s hall as she stood her ground. Shivering suddenly, feeling the hair on the back of her neck rise as she turns to the dark hallway to the west. The Whispers grew louder as she peered into the darkness, knowing who was trying to lure her in. She looked down at her feet, the crest of her Royal Family stitched into the torn rug staring back at her, with tearful eyes.

I have to be strong, just like...him.

She faces into the darkness crawling near her from the cold hall, she grabs hold of her necklace and closes her eyes. She feels the Whispers surrounding her, one hand on her chest and another forming a fist. She opens her eyes and emits light from her hand as she raises it towards the darkness that jumps after her. As the light resonates from her pale hand, a loud screech echoes in the main chamber they reside in and soon, everything turns black.

Opening hear tired eyes, sitting up from the intolerable bed, she looks down at her right palm. There she stares at the wounded hand, scars resting upon her weary skin. Trembling, exhausted, she stands up barely able to balance herself as she makes wait to the door. Looking back at the chamber she finds herself in, the stone covered in claw marks, the sheets charred. Her home was becoming more of a war torn dungeon, her home was becoming unrecognizable.

The halls were growing colder with every second, every moment she hesitated with weakness. She could be weak anymore, for the last time she felt doubt within her heart, others fell. She relied too heavily on her champions to fight for her, she relied too heavily on Silent Knight to protect others, now she must rely on her own Wisdom.

I must fight...

Walking down the hall, stopping at a portrait, her family. Looking at her Father, standing tall over the others. The look on his eyes, proud, of everything he has built. Looking at the frame as everything about it was left unharmed, where the walls surrounding the elegant portrait were battered.

Everything you have built, everything you have protected, Father. I tried my very best to not let our home crumble under the very Calamity that had plagued our Land.

The Whispers began to grow louder within the halls as she walked slowly, with no current destination in mind. Making way into a room where a piano rest alone without a melody to keep it company, she sits softly on the worn out cushion, her trembling hands hovering above the keys.

What was that tune you always loved Father? The one Mother would play, the lullaby that would aid in a war torn mind, the lullaby that aided in peaceful slumber.

She began to softly press down the keys as a beautiful melody, a beautiful harmony that laid peace into her heart. With tearful eyes falling down above her hands as she played, rain showering down in a lonely Castle. She freezes mid key, seeing the darkness filling the hall outside of the chambers. Standing up she took a deep breath and raised her hand, no longer trembling as the light resonates from her palm as the Darkness screams.

I will fight, just as he did!

Everything went black and she sat up from the painful mattress, wrapping her arms around her knees as she curls up. This was a prison, her purgatory for failing in her quest to protect her land, just like Father. Just like him...

My Silent Knight. Who slumbers in the Shrine of Resurrection, please come back to us. I am doing the best I can to fight back, to hold off the Calamity that shrouded our walls, in this lonely Castle.

She stands out of bed as her garments are covered in dirt. Her face was cold to the touch, she stepped out of her room as the walls spoke softly to her and followed she will. Her legs were shaking as she felt the strength she once had was growing weaker. Pausing with a wounded hand resting upon the cold stone, she took a deep breath.

Falling to her knees the shadows of a mighty Calamity shrouded over her. She looks up at the darkened red eyes that leer over her, she stared Silently as she held her hand with a dim light to push back. Getting back to her feet to walk slowly forward the voice screech as it tries to push her back.

I must continue this fight...

The light in her begins to shine once more, pushing forward She stops as the darkness stares blankly at her. She tries to clear her thoughts and focus on the light, the power within her.

I can't bask in my self pity no more, I can't stand and shed tears of failure onto the cold floor that once held the strength of others. I must fight, I must hold this calamity off, I must...

Soon the light grew brighter than ever before, her green eyes widened in shock, the Face of Calamity reached forward as in an attempt to capture her. But she held her ground, she would continue to wake up and fight back. Weary as she was, hurt she became, stronger her will would become.

I must be as strong as Urbosa!

I must be as dedicated as Daruk!

I must believe in myself and my abilities as Revali!

Link...I must borrow your courage, until you awaken. For I need all of you, just once more, to end this Calamity. But until that time, I will fight.

I will fight...for you Link. Just so I can see you again...

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Once Upon A Dream

“If I was a sea gull, I would fly as far as I could! I would fly to far away places and sing for many people! “

“If I didn’t know better, I would say you are day dreaming over there.” Impa spoke softly, approaching Link as he rest on the sands of this little shore.

I’m just remembering...a dream I once had...

“Just thinking to myself.” He quietly replied.

Staring at the clouds slowly passing by overhead, the breeze from the gentle wind as the sounds of Seagulls flying off into the distance created a smile on his face. The sun was high today, resonating down on those feeling blue, lending its warmth for a much brighter day. Lending aid to those searching for a place to rest and make home on their weary adventures. Yet to Link, the sun was lending something much different to him, a memory.

“Have you ever had a dream that felt real, that felt like you weren’t asleep at all but actually living out the Events that your Dream conjured up?”

Impa crosses her arms and chuckles softly at the comment, “Like a lucid Dream? Vivid?”

Link shakes his head as he grabs a handful of sand and slowly releases it back onto the shore, “Like, every grain of sand I could feel as I walked along the beach, like breeze that whispered briefly could be felt along my hair, every fall and every scar like the battles were natural. It wasn’t a Dream...”

“It was real, it was another adventure.”

“In a way, yes.” He looks down at his hands, as they tremble slightly remembering the wounds he suffered that moment.

“So are we talking about a recent dream?” Impa noticed the uneasiness that rest on his shoulders.

“No, this was after I left Hyrule the first time. I think about it sometimes, on moments like now when I rest along the beach and I see a flock of Seagulls dancing along the sky.”

Impa smiles, for a man naturally quiet and of little words, it was nice to see their Silent Knight talk about memories like this. She heard of the accident he caught himself in, sailing along a storm on a poorly made craft. He rarely spoke of that night and what became of it, she wonders if that storm was unnatural, she was curious about this Dream he had.

Link softly hummed a tune, he seemed at peace whenever this melody emerged in his thoughts. She has heard him hum it a few times, in moments where he was alone, resting by himself on rough days. Though this melody was none her and the others have ever heard before and whenever questioned he would only ever shrug.

“That Melody you hum on occasion, did it originate from this Dream?”

Link looks up with a puzzled look and smiled shyly, “Hard to explain, there was someone who needed my help. During that period, she taught this song, she taught me...”

Looking back to the shoreline, watching as the tides make way inches away from his boots. A solemn expression forms as the tune he hummed, slowly faded away. A new look for him, Impa thought to herself, what happened in this Dream? She softly sat down next to him and looked at the clouds forming along in the sky.

“It’s a beautiful Melody.” She softly said, “Has ‘She’ ever heard you sing it?”

He knew who Impa was referring to and shook his head, “No, it has just been a song, for myself. When I remember it, its like, the words of a page unfinished float along you as you finish the lullaby. Finish the Dream. There is some sort of unique power that resonates from it, with every harmony.”

“Sounds beautiful.”

“Hey, do you ever wish, you could fly?”

“Excuse me?”

Link laughs a bit, “Fly! Like, do you wish you could sail the winds instead of the sea?”

“Never thought about It I guess, so used to being on my feet. Flying I feel would, I don’t know...”

“If I could fly,” He smiles and hums softly as the Seagulls seem to dance along to the song from his Dream, “If I could fly...”

If I wish to the Wind Fish, I wonder if my dream will come true...

Marin, I hope you know that I sing this Ballad for you, in hopes you can hear it wherever you are. Your Dream will come true.

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What If Ocarina of Time Was A Musical?

: Temple of Shadows

Whispering across this darken place

Smiles lurking beyond the bloody stains

Of A History forgotten by the blood of greed's face

Living in the walls, Hatred left by the Dead's pain

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Join us in our skeletal Parade

Sing our songs lost within our graves

We assure you that we wont hide behind a charade

As our eyes guide you to the truth within the claves

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So look through the sacred Lens

And learn the secrets covered by blood

They hid them well the ones you call friends

But our shadows are more open beneath the flood

So trust us, our smiles and eyes

And we will sing, the forgotten songs in the royal skies

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So Please join us in our dance and Songs!

As we dive deeper in our Temple of Shadows

Built by all those whose secrets that belong!

And their hatred that hovers above and follows

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Be careful of the walls whose eyes linger

They watch your every step and the breath you take

They witness the fear of greed with cold fingers

That now lay buried beneath the gravel they break

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I wouldn't recommend your eyes to peek

For the Secrets are hiding within plain sight

Behind a wall, walking along, they are rather unique

Without royal eyes you will soon learn otherwise, the monsters under the night

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So how about you Join our skeletal Parade!

Sing our songs beyond the grave

We assure you that we wont hide behind no charade

As our eyes guide you to the truth within the claves!

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So please tune in on our dance and Songs!

As we dive deeper in our Temple of Shadows

Built by all those whose secrets Belong!

And their hatred that hovers above and follows

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So you see, this little Temple of ours

Is a secret to everybody that must be kept

For History of greed once overpower

The hatred that the Royal Family refuse to accept

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The Smile Behind Betrayal

SO! I was listening to a song the other day and for some reason one quote made me think of Ganondorf. For some reason I started to think of myself about this scene, the “False Allegiance” he makes with the King of Hyrule. I kept thinking to myself about what could have possibly gone through his mind and what he must have thought to himself about kneeling before this man.

So, I wrote this scene out.

"Your Majesty, he is here.”

Staring out the West window from his throne, King of Hyrule scoffs as he watches his daughter singing a tune to the birds chirping as they fly around the garden. He returns to the throne and sits softly on the cushion. He looks over the guards that stand idly by before him, ready for what could come. He takes in a deep breath and looks forward to the guard at the golden doors of the court, he exhales.

“His name, what was it again?”

Do you know, how many miles I walked to get here? How many miles I walked just to set your world on fire?

Opening his eyes, arms behind his back as he looks at the painting before him, of the Royal Family together. He snickers at the little girl beside the King, the Princess, for she gave him the impression that she would be trouble. That was just the feeling he got, her presence, the look on the face of the Princess. He scoffs as he turns away from the painting, his patience growing thin as he waits the arrival of a guard to allow him in.

This land, fields, endless fields of careless nature and joyous freedom. Different from the dryness of deserts and valleys of stone, back home. It almost makes me sick, even when I think about it, the difference of lands between our separate worlds.

The sounds of the larger doors opening behind him echoes within this silent chamber of the Castle. He slowly looks over at the guard making his entrance, the red pupil of his looks over the thin looking man that holds his spear with a light grip, a smirk forms on the face of the Gerudo that stood before the doors.

This is the grand knights of the King? I have seen more worthy soldiers amongst my own kind. Yet that is an ill comparison for our environment made them that way, here, they grew lazy in their time of peace. Weak.

Following the guard into the hall, cluttered with paintings of Royalty and celebrated memories. Each picture contained a story that Hyrule has told, the Tale of the Goddesses and their Golden Possession. Stopping mid step, he stared into the painting and lightly laid his hand on the frame, a smile grew wide as he imagined the possibilities that he could make happen with the gift in his hands.

“Hey!” A guard yelled, he turns slowly as he knew the reasoning behind the guard’s uneasiness and for that he must act in a way to calm those in this Castle. He takes a step back from the majestic painting and places his hands behind his back. With a nod he soon began to follow the worried gentleman once more.

Desires, we all have them. We all have a wish deep within us that we seek to have granted. To achieve this, that Golden Treasure of theirs must be in possession and everything, everything I touch will turn to Gold. With that power in my hands, I can reshape the land to whatever I can imagine.

Who shall ever be more worthy of that very Gift made for a Golden Land than the very Prince that walked A Million Miles to see it. Not a miserable man that sat on a Golden Throne given to him, not a child that has never seen life across a garden and song. Life isn’t all about peace and songs, it’s about power, it’s about suffering and ruin. Or so the Winds of my home taught me.

“Wait Here.” The Guard orders as they approach the Doors leading to the court, the throne, as he knocks on the surface and awaits the call to lead him in. He stares at the Doors, larger than men before him, the symbols of that Golden Gift etched in the middle. He scoffs at the very thought of this Land rubbing into the lesser knows about their possession of this treasure.

Winds, guide me through this path built by hands cleaner than ours.

The call echoes through the thoughts of an Evil Smile as it widens as the Door opens to him. The Knights in the room, standing Feet apart of the red carpet with gold etches in the seams. The Men wearing their Golden spiked helmets and unique graves as he walked forward slowly towards the King. The room appeared smaller than he would have imagined for the King of Hyrule.

The hall of the mighty King of Hyrule, small for a King, disappointing for a King. The Men appear weak, the throne small. Are you not a Man of Power? Or a clown?

He stops, a few feet from the steps leading to the King, smirks as he slowly takes a knee and kneels before the throne. He lowers his head and tries to hide the disgust of being in this position, being in front of the man before him. He forms a fist that he hides from the eyes of this court. To be in this position, a man of his caliber, fools they all are.

Remember this, King, for this will be the only time you shall ever see me kneel. I walked, a great distance, to come here and lay my eyes on this land that you all treasure greatly. To lay my eyes on the golden throne you sit upon and watch the biddings of others make this land great. I walked miles, your Royal jester of a man, I walked a Million miles to set your world on fire.

He looks over to the window where he noticed the eyes of children looking at him, he scoffs as they look away and his smile widens.

A Million miles I have walked, to make it this far. King, Children, I have had Dreams of greatness. I felt it in the winds, I have felt it as the Cold Moon rises over the lands. Do you see my eyes, as I have seen yours? Trust the look that hides behind my veil, trust it. That should tell you everything that I am about, the Power I have sought, obtained. All which that resides in my eyes and soon, they will look upon that Treasure that Time has hidden away. I have walked A Million Miles...

“Do you see the Man with The Evil Eyes?” The Princess spoke softly to the boy besides her, “Do you wish to know his name? That, is Ganondorf.”

Yet, I feel those Two will stand in my way. Time Will Tell.

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The Final Dream To Walk

Do you hear the glass under your feet? The beat of your heart as you realize you are incomplete?

"I just wanted to see him, just once more..."

Do you understand the effect your presence had on the dreams you intervened with? The reality you shifted to gain control of their thoughts, welding their minds like a Smith.

Playing god like a child plays with their toys, taking control and ruling their world for your own fantasy, for a boy?

"You don't understand! For a boy? No! For the one who helped me stand! For love, that might seem foolish in your eyes but to those that soar through the skies, for love that helped me soar above..."

Above what, above the line that you crossed? Above the line that none should ever walk, no matter the cost.

"No, you are wrong for I needed to soar over the grey that was taking over my life, the Disconnected feeling that overwhelmed me with strife."

You speak of love, but what is it than a miserable pile of heartbreak? What is it but one man's gain and another's mistake?

"Heartbreak comes with love, I have seen tears shed over days, nights even. Their hearts are so frail yet beautiful, they will soon find hope in the hands of the one who sees their worth and gives them something to believe in..."

You believe in love so much that it pains you to move forward without the one you lost. It hurts so much, you were willing to Dream walk across other worlds, to steal a life you dreamed of, not caring about the cost.

You took your Soul to the darkest corners of Time so you can live in that Dream. You took your wounded Heart and sold it, all to stitch up your torn seams.

How could anyone ever love someone enough to tear open their soul, to offer it up no matter the cost just to see their lost one again, to feel whole?

"Have you ever been on walks, on days where you feel incomplete? Have you ever laid in bed, staring at the ceiling wishing that tonight's dream will make you feel at peace as you stand on two feet?

I lived years feeling like I was piece to a puzzle that was missing, I lived years staring through the looking glass, reflections of a time once happy now disappearing.

You never loved someone like I had, you never loved someone with all your heart, that once they're gone it will break into a million tiny pieces, so sad.

If you were to ask me now if I would do it all over again, I would answer truthfully, though you wouldn't be able to comprehend."

I comprehend the rules of time and reality, I comprehend the Magic you used to harm the minds of those you used as puppets, like some dark poetic theatricality.

Pulling their strings and using them to make yourself feel human! In the most inhumane way that's possible, breaking their minds, you are living in an illusion!

What you are doing isn't real, what you are seeing is a poor reflection of a man you knew. That isn't him, that isn't the same heart you believed to have love, the original is gone, that is what's true.

I might never understand this feeling of love, I just don't understand. But what I do know is what you see, in their reality, hold a different set of cards in their hands.

They live their lives differently, they have different Dreams they follow. Teachers, music, jobs, and families that all exist are just mirrored images to us, that you must swallow.

"Maybe you are right, maybe I have been so lost in the night. Following a broken path filled with glass and stained by blood. Blinded by the darkness and drowning in the flood.

I allowed the strings of a broken heart to pull me along and play me like a fiddle to the song of their choosing, even though it was wrong. And what's worse, I fully knew the actions I was making. I fully knew the Dreams I was walking through and escaping.

I wanted the easy way out of this cruel world filled with grey and madness. Yet the only mad one here was me, I became so lost to the sadness."

You can make things right, you can dry those tears you created in the minds of those who still have a chance to see the light.

Turn the page, write a new chapter and open yourself to a new age. For your life can still mend and heal, if you are willing to face this ordeal.

No more Dreams to walk through, no more mirrors to stare into wishing for a new reality to pursue. Searching beyond Time and dwelling on the feelings of tomorrow always causes suffering and through that suffering, creates shattering thoughts that slows the heart of ever recovering.

"No more time for reflection, time to face the present and find the right direction."

This is not an easy task for the broken but I promise we will be there for moments unspoken.

"Am I strong enough?"

Times, will be tough.

"Will I ever feel whole again?"

Only you will know when.

"I stare into the shattered mirror, hoping for things to become clearer. Tracing my finger along the edge of the glass, almost as if there lies a hidden secret waiting to be passed. That secret to be, what is left of me?"

Hope my dear, hope for the years to come as you cope...

"I can do this..."

That will not be dismissed.

Before we go answer me one burning question that resides in the sky...

"Ask your question before we say goodbye."

Please tell me, how do you know when you are in love?

"When it hurts to say goodbye, when on the darkest of days their light rains from above. That light in the rain, that washes away your stains. The voice you hear, in an ocean of fear. They are your home when you are feeling alone."

Sounds like a Dream...

"So it seems..."

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Migraines

The pain comes and goes, like a storm hitting the midnight streets as the clouds cover the Moon's glow.

I shut my eyes every day, wishing the darkness would help the aching go away.

Day and Night, over and over again. I struggle to get out of bed and pick up my pen.

I want to write about the thoughts and dreams of yesterday as the light on the desk screams into my eyes telling them to shy away.

Dropping the words out of my hands as I cover my eyes, time to cover the light and try again when the clouds uncover the night skies.

Maybe then I can find the words to express the severity of my pain, maybe then I can summon the smile that hides under the rain.

But as I watch the streets begin to crowd, happy faces and joyous laughter feeling proud.

Watching from afar I pretend to have the courage and the strength to hide the pain as I journey out to be around the ones I love and try to maintain.

But there you are watching the skies in my eyes struggle to dance as I shyly smile through the headaches while walking through the day in a trance.

Yet smiles lie, you see the struggle, the pain in my eyes as I laugh through it with a shrug and poorly written smile as I continue to deny.

But what no one ever knows about is the days I stay at home. Unable to keep my eyes open as I silence the noises and darken the lights as I wish to shout in my little dome.

Head aching

Surrounded by silence

Hands shaking

No courage to seek guidance

Fearful to speak up, fearful to be a bother in a moment of weakness, I fight through the pain and swallow my tears as I begin to live through the day pretending to have some realness.

Can I control the Masquerade?

Will they see through the charade?

Don't let them see...

The severity I hide under the sea...

Maybe some will think nothing is serious as they hear my words, see how far I take it and pretend to be alright. But they never felt the pressure in my head as I stared into the lights.

Or the pain in the sounds that echo from the Machines or voices that appear loud. I put on a Mask to never cause a voice to worry about me, to never be a bother as I enter the crowd.

Why am I writing this? Why am I bleeding all over this canvas? Honestly I don't even know, maybe I felt I wanted the truth about the Migraines to be out there, maybe because I am feeling anxious.

Maybe these words won't mean much to many, for I have been told once before that the aches and Migraines are not that bad or fake. Words have hurt when told this so I learned the art of shrugging through the pain and carrying on like nothing weighs me down, never break.

There I go, turning art into ventilation...

As I stare out into the storm roaming through the streets while finding peace in the rain, moments of clarity as I close my eyes for the night and ignore the pain.

You see, some days and some nights aren't so bad. As I can deal with the aches if I find the time to enjoy the simpler things, enjoy the people that can make me glad.

Some voices help me ease the pain with a laugh or just sit in silence with me as I shut my eyes. Helping me feel like I am not some broken incomplete puzzle as I can live outside my disguise.

They made it possible to find happiness through the headaches and honestly, as I write this, I know they will never look at me differently and that I didn't make a mistake.

Even through the pain, I can manage a smile

Thanks to them, friends that stuck through the pain that carries on for miles...

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Dream Walking Part 2

When I wake up, the next morning or night. I look into my eyes on the cracked Mirror that tells me, I am not alright.

Outside I see the Clocktower that rings no more. The frozen hand covering part of my reflection that reveals a closed door.

Touching the broken serene glass before me, begging for another glance of a broken smile to see.

But all that in which the cracks revealed were the harsh lies that bled from the darkened skies.

I understood my mistakes

That came from every walk

I understood what was at stake

When I didn't listen the last time we talked

Maybe I shouldn't cry, summon a smile and lie. Maybe I shouldn't cry, no more as I dry my eyes.

Where would I go? Another place to call home and be left in the snow.

But the farther I go the louder the whispers become, begging for the pages to be turned as I slowly succumb.

Just one more walk

No one will be hurt this time

Just one more walk

As I ignore the haunting chimes

Just one more, one more, as I settle the score.

His whispers, that damn smile of his. I have to see it as I walk back in realizing what I miss.

I promise this will be the last, for maybe it's time to no longer live in the past.

Maybe if I walk through the fields, I could heal the cracks in my mind so I wouldn't yield.

One piece at a time and fix this broken smile of mine. As I look into your eyes through these lenses of truth I designed.

But, is this really the truth that lies in the skies I see in your eyes. Or is it a Fantasy created by my delusional mind looking through all the tears as I cry.

Am I only adding to the pain, the sorrow? Am I creating a new reality shaped by the grief that I follow?

Every Dream I walked through, every step I take. I walked a Million miles that I lit aflame searching for an answer to keep me awake.

Just one more walk

Through the fields of Dreams

Just one more walk

To silence the screams

Just one more walk

To push my heart to the extreme

Just one more page...

To turn as I read the spell that continues to whisper the words that fuel my rage.

Just one more Walk...

I'm sorry, to the eyes I look through. That reveals the truth that I fear I already knew...

Just one more...Dream.

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Dream Walking Part 1

When I close my eyes, I find myself in a field surrounded by Fireflies.

I feel at peace as I lay on the soft grass, feeling the breeze as I enjoy the silence before the moment pass.

But as I wake up and sit up upon my bed, I'm alone. As the tears rain down my cheek as I remember that I'm left on my own.

Day after Day, Night after Night, I am reminded of my loss, the one thing that made me right.

The severity of my pain, my heart pushed to the extreme as I am left on this plane.

Maybe this is all a Dream, that replays day and night as I wish to scream.

Yet these days it is hard to tell what's real, these days I live my life like a nightmare struggling to feel.

Yet...

I have a way that makes me feel once more. A way to see your smile just like before.

It felt like a Dream, acting out as a play. I was looking through their eyes and soon I wanted to stay.

Maybe I found a different reality, where you were alive. I felt your touch and the look in your eyes as I arrived.

In one reality we are having dinner, laughing about our memories that we made over winter.

In the next one, we are dancing under the stars. A beautiful night outside on our patio where we didn't need to hide away the scars.

So many different Dreams, walking through the door of Mystery to find my next scene.

Soon Every attempt I made to find the next life that led me to you would soon grow harder. The Door would close and rooms would change as I hear the echoes of your words growing sharper.

The words would lead me back to the pages of the damned, left for my eyes only as I stare into the spells left in my command.

The whispers appear on the pages unturned, wishing to reveal the secrets that have yet to be burned.

The secrets that I feared. The secrets that could cause many to hide and disappear.

Yet every time I wished to turn away, I heard your voice telling me to stay.

And the whispers from the leather binding crawling within, begging me to cast them back in.

Maybe I made a mistake in my period of grief, maybe I made a mistake back then when I didn't have the strength to listen to their beliefs.

I was young, I was nothing more than a child. Raised to be a weapon and thrown into the wild.

But...

I met you and a whole new world was built around me. A period of happiness and a moment to be free.

Teaching me how to handle my grief and persevering the ones I love. I was beginning to feel like I could fly, like a dove.

Though soon, I flew too high and met the sun. A new war came and went, everything I worked so hard to keep, became undone.

Now to find what I lost, I must walk through Dreams. Searching for ways to reconnect the missing seams.

Walking through the field of Dreams...

Searching for a reason to strive...

Swimming through endless streams...

Until I find the moment where you survived...