The Valor of Link in Hyrule's Ancient Prime

When brave forgiveness sows its seeds in loam,

Hyrulian mead's where wearied heroes roam,

A boy named Link so deft and young of heart,

Assumed the sword to play a hero's part.

Fair Zelda, prisoner by fate's spite planned,

In evil Bishop Agahnim's left hand,

Though curtains dark were cast on Hylian skies,

The Triforce still was gleaming bight and wise.

Through dungeons deep, 'neath twilight canopy wide,

Healed Hyrule’s breach for hope in times of strides.