What I Was Afraid Of · Track 58 · middle
Master Sword
Master Sword — *The Legend of Zelda*. Register: fiction. This song is sung BY this weapon, in first person, about the one thing IT was afraid of. Find the fear that is true of this specific object, not a generic one.
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Lyrics
[Intro] Sunlight falls in a single, silent column. Dust motes dancing in the heavy air. I am waiting in the granite. [Verse 1] Seventy generations of moss on the marble. I have slept here since the sky was a different blue. Held fast by a slot carved perfectly to my measure, exactly three and a quarter pounds of sleeping steel. Now I hear the snapping twigs, the breaking dew. He is coming. He is always coming. A different face, but the exact same stride. [Chorus] They think I am afraid of the endless shadow, of the beast that breaks the world apart. But I don't fear the rust, or the battle's echo, or the dark that pools in a shattered heart. I am terrified of the victory. I am terrified of the quiet day— when the sky finally clears, and he walks me back to the pedestal, and puts me away. [Verse 2] Here he is. A boy who hasn't grown into his shoulders. He reaches out through the shafts of light. His hand closes around the purple leather grip, and the fingers settle into grooves they shouldn't know yet— a ghost's muscle memory firing in a living wrist. I slide from the stone with that clean, bright ringing. I am awake. The loop begins again. [Chorus] They think I am afraid of the endless shadow, of the beast that breaks the world apart. But I don't fear the rust, or the battle's echo, or the dark that pools in a shattered heart. I am terrified of the victory. I am terrified of the quiet day— when the sky finally clears, and he walks me back to the pedestal, and puts me away. [Bridge] I am the bane of an evil that never truly dies. Which means I am just a pendulum, swinging at his return. They get to forget. They get to be reborn with unclouded eyes. I have to stay here and remember every single burn. Every time I was slotted home in the cold. [Outro] So pull me from the rock, little hero. Let's go save the princess you only just met. Swing me high, let me catch the glare, until the day we win, and you let go, and I slide back into the dark, waiting for the footsteps.