my love for a fictional world writ wrandom
Hey! Listen! Grumble, Grumble... spectacle rock and the kid who gets kicked by his friend in the dark world, first a rabbit and then a warrior, a kooky bat who tries to take me out but instead doubles my magic, a water palace of maddening levels, golden spiders of the curse hiding every which way, the clock running down in clock town, i journey to level 8 and find the magic book but with no wand, i make no fire. surely bouncing vampires and hershey kisses will not aid ganon in his quest, gerudo though he be, and malon works so hard for her horses and embarassing that fat prick on his horse is a day of glory, but if i have to push the ice block in palace 5 through the hole the right way it may be the end of me, or the end is near, ganon returns each time a rat with a boomerang or a pit of lava consumes my side scrolling squire of hyrule, down and to the right for the hammer, fear not, and pieces of heart and whole heart containers lie about strewn for any willing soul to collect, must i push rocks and hit switches and play songs and burn bushes and bomb trees for all my days or will that princess finally be saved, in this kingdom or another, for all time, from the hog nosed thieving brute who holds the power that will always bow to my courage and the delightful wisdom of my betrothed, with a silver arrow of light i say gone with thee.