Four swords for one destined to
rise in the face of evil
broken free, 'ere it was bound.



I.

One sword for grassy meadows
furrows of the fallow fields;
tall, old trees standing barren
after autumn's yellow yields.

For forests thick with mosses,
golden pathways winding there;
green leaf and vine and ivy
grown upon the hidden stairs.

For woodland village folk
who toiled through the ages,
the bardic songs and stories
that filled their vellum pages.



II.

One sword for water blue,
a glass that mirrors sky.
For sandy banks of lake shores
and the rivers wending wide.

For currents under bridges,
moats around the castle walls;
for great cascading rapids,
windy waves and rainy squalls.

For sleek grey-bodied fishes,
Zoras in their cavern pools,
torrents that grace the mountains,
and the seas along Hyrule.



III.

One sword for fire and flame
at the heart of Death Mountain,
its tumult of molten stone
and its Gorons deep within.

For blood shed for the kingdom,
torches borne by knights on steeds,
the heroes that have risen
and their grand, courageous deeds.

For the unyielding spirit
of the people of the vales,
their hopes and dreams and givings,
and their legendary tales.



IV.

One sword for shadow-selves,
for magic and secret things;
for moonstones and night realms
and wings of mythical beings.

For maidens trapped in jewels,
spoken words from dusty tomes,
caves concealed by history,
lost spells in ancient tongues.

For hidden temple ruins,
sacred strongholds time has tread;
a sword for ghosts and witches,
and for those who've lain long dead.



Four swords of the goddesses,
four swords for the hero's hands,
to rise against great evil
creeping o'er all the lands.

Four swords to strike it low
and bring light to the shadow.


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