PA Library Poetry / Original Stories

Ganondorf's Revenge

2009-02-12T07:43:00.001-08:00

A Legend of Zelda fanfic
by Logan V.

Chapter 1: Ganon's Demise

"Give into the darkness, let it consume you Link," Ganondorf said as he stepped toward Link.
"I'll never be one of your shadow puppets," Link told Ganondorf as he pointed the Master Sword at him.
"Very well, then face your demise Link!" Ganondorf exclaimed as his body transformed into the giant boar-creature named Ganon. As he transformed, the skies turned black and it started to rain immensely.
"I hope you enjoy your power now because it's going away," Link said as he jumped towards Ganon. Ganon then spun around and hit Link with his tail. Link got up from the ground and sliced downward, cutting through Ganon's tail. As Ganon howled in pain, Link shot him with a light arrow. Ganon then disappeared back into the realm of Twilight.

As Link looked towards Hyrule castle, he saw something he never thought he'd see again. He saw the silhouette of his best friend. As he ran towards the silhouette, he saw that it wasn't his imagination - it really was Saria standing with Zelda at Hyrule's front gates.
"I thought you disappeared years ago," Link said.
"I did, but your determination and courage brought me back," Saria replied.
"Well, I better get going," Link said.
"We'll be here waiting," Zelda replied. Link smiled, got on Epona, and headed towards the forest.

While in the forest, he encountered quite a few Skulltalas and Keese. Link then finally arrived at the ruins of the Temple of Time. Link walked through the canopy, past the remains of Midna's helmet that were placed on the large stone picture of the Triforce. He walked up the steps and stood on the balcony that faced everything and, as he stood looking at the remains, tears came to his eyes. Link reached in his pouch and pulled out the Ocarina of Time. As he placed the ocarina to his lips, he began to play the Song of Time. As he played, a strange door opened. Link walked through the door and found himself in the temple before it was destroyed.

As he looked at the things before they were gone, he heard a creaking noise. Link turned around and saw a dark-haired figure closing the door. Link ran towards the door trying to get out before he got stuck in the past, but he was too late. The figure had closed the door before he could get through. Link was trapped in the past with no way out.

The Spectral Ball

2007-01-18T06:22:00.000-08:00

by Kathyrne St. Ives

The skies above are filled with clouds,
The midnight moon lies hid,
The air is darkened like a shroud,
My seat a coffin's lid.

A hush there is about this place,
As it is ever so,
No need to rush or run or race,
A peace the living never show.

Stone the columns, stone the cross,
Weeds and flowers growing wild,
No air of sadness nor of loss,
No anguish to be piled.

In the dark, I sit, I wait,
As the hour grows,
Now the time is getting late,
The fog with Power glows.

Hear the scraping of the stone,
Hear the gentle sighs,
Hear the lowly singing moan,
As dead things start to rise.

A song is sung within the air,
Time slows to a crawl,
Ghosts and spirits sway and flair,
And start their spectral ball.

Standing in the midst of this,
I rise and join the dance,
Bowing heads, my hand they kiss,
As past me they all prance.

A nod, a smile, a tilt of head,
My subjects from the night,
A time among the rotted dead,
No need have I of fright.

Still the music onward plays,
Onward goes the ball,
A party bought of older days,
Whose shadows have grown tall.

I take a gristly, rotted hand,
As a waltz begins to play,
Moving to the spectral band,
My body shifts and sways.

Gentlemen of ages old,
And some whose deaths are fresh,
Take my waist and closely hold,
My warm and living flesh.

And spectral partners yet have I,
As eager as the rest,
Glowing under darkened sky,
Of all, they love me best.

An hour stretched into a ball,
The one is made to eight,
But sometime must the bell hand fall,
The hour growing late.

The ghosts drift back into their tombs,
Their faces sadly worn,
The corpses back in earthen wombs,
Keeping promise sworn.

I alone on weeded grass,
The one that's left behind,
The clouds, they all begin to pass,
In silvered light, I shine.

I sit back on a lip of stone,
Caress its marble face,
Within my head the music's tone,
Continues to keep pace.

About my legs I wrap my arms,
Resting forehead on my knees,
Feeling all those ghostly charms,
As the wind blows through the trees.

And now to wait another day,
For pleasures so sublime,
Eternal life, to live this way,
Until the End of Time.

I Met a Man Today

2007-01-18T06:20:00.000-08:00

by Kathyrne St. Ives

Walking on a twisted lane,
Humming up a broke refrain,
Breezes blowing midnight mane,
I met a man today.

Walking slowly, not a care,
Taking time to smell the air,
His back to trouble like a dare,
I met a man today.

When I approached he did not run,
He raise his hand to shield the sun,
His eyes did dance and make much of fun,
I met a man today.

Smiling like he'd met a friend,
Though we'd just met here at this bend,
Chance together paths to wend,
I met a man today.

Curious, I ask his ear,
Why he was smiling, standing here,
The reason surly was unclear,
This man I met today.

"Tis cause I've met a friend this day,
Walking on this twisted way,
A boon I'd not thought of to say,"
Replied the man today.

"But sir," with voice I did bespeak,
"This first I've met you on this peak,
Nor ever did your shade I seek,
A stranger 'til this day."

"No stranger is my fellow man,
He only waits to take my hand,
We all are brothers cross the land,"
Is what he had to say.

When brushed my hair out of my face,
Upon my lips his smile did trace,
And here a bounce came to my pace,
I met a man today.

And so we talked both short and long,
We even shared a nightly song,
And in the morning he was gone,
This man I met today.

Still, I am better for that cross,
Now anger finds me at a loss,
Dark feelings become cheapened dross,
Because of a man I met today.