Cody is a Poo Poo head.

The title explains it all really. Cody asked to write some Zelda poetry, and so I did. Hence this is separate from my other thread, to help Cody, and so I can keep this stuff away from my proper stuff.

Behold

A sonnet.

Ebony features, imperial frown.
Outlined by a flaming mane of wild hair.
A single topaz mired in a gold crown.
Garbed in sable armour, the brown eyes stare.


Exuding confidence, arrogance, pride.
Corruption, corrosion, malevolence.
The cruel mouth leers, laughing at those who died.
Sinewed hands beckon, and death follows hence.


Crimson red cloak, upon great shoulders laid,
Outlines the muscular structure and stand.
Grasped by the powerful arms, a keen blade.
A golden triangle lights the black hand.


Ancient evil, with power as his mark.
Behold Ganondorf, King of Light and Dark.

Sunlit Days

A villanelle.

Down in the mist-veiled wood, the reed pipe plays
Bitter-sweet melodies, haunting refrains.
Recalling memories of sunlit days.

Through the twisting branches, that child now strays
Free of human emotions, thoughts, and pains.
Down in the mist-veiled wood, the reed pipe plays.

The deep greens and browns merge with shadowed grays.
The silhouette sits on temple remains,
Recalling memories of sunlit days.

The discarded wooden puppet decays,
Hit by pitter-patter of grey sky rains.
Down in the mist-veiled wood, the reed pipe plays.

The hatred of the mask and former ways
Is replaced by hope, and frees the constrains,
Recalling memories of sunlit days.

The friendship of the green-clad boy still stays.
The Skull Kid laughs, bound by musical chains.
Down in the mist-veiled wood, the reed pipe plays
Recalling memories of sunlit days.






Comments would help both me and Cody. I'll write more shortly.

Simply brilliant.

I like Sunlit days

But both are amazing!