Why I Did It

Hey, this is a poem I wrote a year and a half ago. I think my poetry has improved drastically since then, but I'd still like to know what people think about this piece. It is about Midna's thoughts and why she broke the mirror at the end of the game.

Why I Did It

I am of shadow—cool, pale, Light.

I am freedom from total night.

Allure of ancient, mystic might,

Yet unprepared I was to fight.

He, Dark and mad and strong, so came,

But had I need for all the blame?

Cast down, dethroned, exiled from same,

How he, so quick, my heart did maim!

Alone, afraid I found you, Beast,

And thought I then my pain would cease.

Abuse and use, control the Beast,

Adventure, though, proved him not least.

Defiant, facing self-made king,

We battled ‘til the sages sing.

Shining metal sweetly ring!

Oh bells of restoration ding!

I came I then to sorrow strong.

And careful, lifting coal with tong,

I made to comprehend the song.

‘Twas Princess now. So what was wrong?

The radiant sun moved my heart,

Not searing, fatal, blinding stark.

I thought the World of Light not tart,

And realized neither world could part.

The mirror, if remained that way,

Would surely call me back one day.

But duty gives me naught a say.

Shades cannot traverse how they may.

I broke the mirror. Treason? No!

My reason was I shouldn’t go,

And give my heart to boy I know.

A tear. A word. You’ve light to sow.

Do understand, I love the World of Light. But bound I am. I am Twilight.