I was in a Majora's Mask mood, for some reason the other day (though I haven't played the game in my lifetime). Seeing pictures and watching videos inspired me to write this little poem.

It's based from the Skull Kid's perspective of when he first encounters Majora's Mask. How did he feel? What did the Mask do to persuade him to mug the Happy Mask Salesman? What ensued after this happened? It's all in this poem.

Now, I don't usually rhyme in this manner, and, technically, the iambic pentameter to the stanzas gets quite erratic, but I love the way this turned out nonetheless.

Enjoy! Reading and reviewing would be great! :) Forgive any errors, too.

It came to me that foggy day

When the sun itself had lost its way.

In his hands, it seemed to say,

"Hello, kid. Come and play?"

No one wanted to play with me.

Wherever I went, alone I would be.

How could I be who I wanted to be?

When no one wanted to play with me?

It was very kind of it to ask.

How very kind for only a mask.

I then succeeded the simple task

Of taking my new friend, the mask.

It was playful, but not a toy.

It was fun, but not a ploy.

It called Majora; he was a boy.

He was my friend; he brought me joy.

"Put me on," Majora pressed.

"Your new face, I vow, will impress.

Those who see you can soon attest

That we two are their welcomed guests."

He knew me well enough to be right;

That of my face, I possessed a blight.

Then, no more could I stand the sight

Of my wooden face, so I chose his cite.

To my surprise, he fit very well

As if on my face, he was meant to dwell.

He sighed, for he was free from the Salesman's cell,

Then Majora became happier by the time night fell.

"Let us go and have some fun," Majora urged with glee.

"Let us run and dance and play, just us two; you and me."

I couldn't resist, Majora was great and he was obviously

The kind of friend I knew I'd missed since the Giants abandoned me.

I ran with him through the dark,

Even in black, the world was stark

With outlines bright from the mark

That Majora made with the orange ark.

I could see with him I was much more

Than I was when my soul was sore.

He healed me better than before.

I was his Moon, he was my Core.

Majora guided me along

As we entertained Terminan throng

With tricks, games, and many a song

That grew so fun, they did prolong.

But then...

My days became mist,

My memories were missed,

And my mind was in dull bliss,

As I slowly became his.

I didn't know

That he could grow

And overthrow

My undertow.

"Skull Kid?"

"Majora?"

"Are you happy to play again?"

"Majora, the Moon..."

"Quiet, boy! I want to play! I don't need you!

GO AWAY!"

How was it? Any thoughts? Was I accurate or did I fail entirely? :/ I was inspired by Zombiebrainz', so I'll thank her for inspiring me. THANK YOU! (revamp! a bit of editing and a new picture! yes!)