I am your shadow,
Your dark side,
So they say.
A figment of my father, Ganondorf’s,
Imagination and play.
His puppet,
His plaything,
His ne’er do well,
I recognize your face
As my own
Stuck in this Hell.
Pawns,
Playmates,
Yet we clash.
Forgotten,
Forlorn,
Must we always crash
Into each other?
I see you as my friend
And my Enemy.
The ghost of me,
As you must see.
Why can’t you
See me
As the same?
