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Post by Riley on Nov 7, 2011 15:52:41 GMT -7
I listen to the Legends, by and by, Tho' many marvel at this trav'ler's care Of old tales spread as far as wings can fly. 'I love this one,' I say, 'for I was there.'
They tell about a fearless man in green, A force of darkness, for him to destroy, A handsome man, they call him, tall and keen, But I remember such a lazy boy.
I raced, that morning, through the woods to him. We talked and teased and laughed excitedly. Then, all at once, the world was pale and grim. Oh, rest in peace, my father, guardian tree.
I thought myself the wiser of the two. For he was such a lion, I a lamb. I helped him, when he asked me what to do. Yet, through it all, he showed me who I am.
I could not stay beside him when he faced His final confrontation, I regret. And, powerless, my strength was all for waste. Without me, still, he won. Could I forget?
Tho' men grow old and die, tho' wars will rage, Tho' seas will fill and ebb, and mountains grind, He walked a bridge above the rush of age. So I still seek the Friend I left behind.
-Navi the Fairy
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Post by Riley on Nov 7, 2011 16:23:42 GMT -7
This poem is actually designed so that it could be either Saria or Navi.
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