Midnight rings through the temple,
All is quiet,
Someone steps out of the shadows,
Little and silent.

He approaches the sword calmly with an outstretched hand,
Preparing to do what no other has done,
He think nothing of what will happen,
He lays his hand on it, the sword weighing a ton.

The sword gleams in the moonlight,
A glistening blade, shining with justice and right,
The boy breathes and takes a deep breath,
Then pulls it out with all his might.

A bright white light surrounds him,
A horrible laugh fills his head,
Telling him he has done good,
But soon he will be dead.

The voice fades,
The light dies,
Hyrule is darkened,
With murder and lies.

. . .

All is shining blue in the Sacred Realm
As the one o' clock bells chime,
A boy has appeared in a deep sleep on the floor,
Alas, the fate of the Hero of Time.