Sinking Sickness: Chapter One.Hero of Hyrule.The brittle rays from the sun cast themselves upon the still sleepy world below. The surrounding forest stood in good health, the morning chorus of birds drifting through the trees as well as around the small and cozy village. For the time being, everything hung in serenity and balance while the solar disc spread its warmth. Slowly as the dawn progressed, the steadying sunlight threw itself over the only two figures up and moving outside of their homes with a large horse in tow.None other than Link himself would be the first among the pair, the other a more bulky fellow named Fado that also helped in herding the town's livestock at the ranch. The hero had retired his armor for the time being and was back to his classic casual wear that he'd donned before his travels. Silent, there was a mild tension in the air despite the good nature of the morning. Sure Link was a very renowned figure in Hyrule nowadays, but his demeanor hardly showed him to have let the fame
The Created PoemThe Damned are WeIn this forsaken land we roamFar away yet close to homeThe night embraces and the moonlight callsThe damned are we, and we won't fallBlood is our drink and death our bedForgotten the tongue of what was once saidBound to darkness, longing for lightDeaf and blind to the world's ugly plightHunger is ours, a pain riddled deepFreedom never tasted in our keepOur claws are set and fangs are baredFrom this hell we will finally tearEternity to be banished and forever to dieLet the world learn to fear our cryUntil the end we'll repeat our callFor the damned are we and we won't fall.
Ashes' PoemAshes to AshesAged in woe between the liesShunned from death but never twiceHewn from tears lost withinEntwined with blood that is the sinSwallow the snake and know its mindThe poison that fuels our very kindOmit the truth as blackened boneAnd snatch the light among the tonesSilence of angels with battered wingsHence the tormented side of thingsEmbrace the lost mind of shameSo shall grow the immortal flame.
Vyl's poemVileI wander, yes, but so do you. Lost, lonely, a mere shell of what's true. 'I travel for love! I travel for fame!' Who do we think we are fooling? Our reasons hide in shallow tides; drowned, beaten and swollen. So look again and tell me twice, the first in ancient woe. Just what is it we've done, and why your heart is stone?They devour us, They kill us, and They'll strive to bring you down. Why is it, I wonder, They play with death alone? Shan't live to please and shan't live to hate. They do only what They deem is true. Sad when your life is a lie. It will only draw Them to you.Sticks and stones will batter bones! Their claws and fangs will shred us. They rob us of our colored blood and paint our story regardless. The earth will rot whilst the ground will writhe, coated with our lives. So wail now to the ageless sky! Alas! We've bled out only twice.