Nameless fortune teller,
sitting all alone,
rolling the bones of fate.
Discovering past, present, future,
battles through time,
between truth, ideals, love and hate.
Always three
decide the fate of their world
courage, wisdom and power.
A brand new same old story.
First with sword skyward.
Now with wild blue flower.
Green knight goes on adventure
To save princess zelda.
Usual storyline plot.
He defeats dark lord.
Saves the world.
Then spontaneously forgot.
So I pose this question
to you, my reader.
Answer my riddle, you must.
Why does the legend of zelda
live on through gold,
while the hero is nothing but dust?
Just a LoZ poem I generated. I've always been a zelda fan and I may just write a fanfic or two later down along the line. Hope you all liked this poem because I thought it was kinda dumb but I posted my rubbish anyway haha.
