She's Modern Millie,
burned bridges and bet store,
going home no more.

Pitter, patter, splash.
Spring's promise echos above.
The winds carry life.

Whisper in the night,
Rhythm of her sleeping breath,
The soft voice of love.

Link was the victor,
While Yoda was defeated.
Link had the tri-force.

Taking not leaving
stretched thin and cut like paper
my own enemy

Worry not of our end.
If we are doomed anyway,
Let's go out in style.

Unshackled, I walk,

No longer running from fate.

The future is mine.