Elegy of Healing

I wonder... If you do the right thing... Does it really make... everybody...happy?

Oh, woe is me! This heavy heart

Goes out to those of the swamplands,

Whose waters were poisoned

By the hatred of an imp…

 

However, there was one there,

Whom we will never get to meet.

The son of a butler to the king,

Still just a child! Oh, woe is me!

 

I plead, great goddess,

Hallowed be thy name!

Grant me another chance

To ease these people’s pain.

Hear the song I play…

 

Give ear! Give ear!

To the melody I sing this day.

 

-

 

Oh, woe is me! This heavy heart

Goes out to those of the mountain,

Whose warm home was frozen

By the hatred of an imp…

 

However, there was one there,

The hero of his people, who stood

Against the imp’s icy-magic, only

To fall to his death! Oh, woe is me!

 

I plead, great goddess,

Hallowed be thy name!

Grant me another chance

To ease these people’s pain.

Hear the song I play…

 

Give ear! Give ear!

To the melody I sing this day.

 

-

 

Oh, woe is me! This heavy heart

Goes out to those of the Great Bay,

Whose neighbors were depraved

By the hatred of an imp…

 

However, there was one there,

Who cared not for his failing country.

A musician who died in search

Of his lover’s children! Oh, woe is me!

 

I plead, great goddess,

Hallowed be thy name!

Grant me another chance

To ease these people’s pain.

Hear the song I play…

 

Give ear! Give ear!

To the melody I sing this day.

 

-

 

Oh, woe is me! This heavy heart

Goes out to those of the canyon,

Who blamed gods for wrongs done

By the hatred of an imp…

 

However, there was one there

Who did not beg sleeping giants

For salvation. Taking his own life

From his daughter! Oh, Woe is me!

 

I plead, great goddess,

Hallowed be thy name!

Grant me another chance

To ease these people’s pain.

Hear the song I play…

 

Give ear! Give ear!

To the melody I sing this day.

 

-

 

Oh, woe is me! This heavy heart

Goes out to those of Clock Town,

Whose sky is being forced upon them

By the hatred of an imp…

 

However, there was one there,

Abandoned by his only friends

Hidden behind a magic mask

A sad little imp! Oh, woe is me!

 

I now understand, goddess of time,

Why I was brought to this place.

First drops a tear, then the moon.

Even in a world doomed to fade,

A song can still be played.

 

Oh, Hylia! Oh, Hylia!

The giants of Termina need you…

Author's Note

This poem is from the point of view of the hero of time, from the story of Majora's Mask.

Reviews

[Trigorin]

Your writing is for the most part technically correct, which makes it a real shame that you've chosen this particular topic to write about. There's nothing particularly original here, and I think you'd be much better off devoting your efforts to producing something new than just rehashing whatever "Majora's Mask" is.

[E]

And what does originality have to do with anything relating to art? "better off devoting your efforts" to something else? Say whaaaaat? Oh but at least it's "technically correct" -__________- Are we in high-school creative writing?

[Scott "Sage" Goodenough]

An Elegy is a poem respecting the dead. This elegy is in tribute to those who died in the video game The Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask. I think the fact that no one else has written one of these (that I know of) makes it original. And elegies aren't meant to be cool and original, it's just paying respect to someone you care about who's dead now. This story has been very close to me since I was a child, so I felt like it was justified. Thank you Emory, for understanding art. And by the way, this isn't my last poem ever, I definitely plan on producing plenty of new ideas in the future. I love this poem and would never count it as shameful in my collection.