The Poe Collector

The Poe Collector

In the realm of Hyrule, a Zelda player roams,
Seeking precious treasures, he wanders all alone,
With steadfast determination, he embarks on his quest,
To gather Poes aplenty, his heart is truly blessed.

Through dungeons and forests, he bravely treads,
Facing enemies and puzzles, where danger often spreads,
Each flicker of a lantern, the souls he must reclaim,
For these ethereal spirits, are his sole eternal aim.

Day and night, he tirelessly roams this vast land,
The Poes, his haunting quarry, held within his hand,
With sword and shield, he fights to reach his goal,
To honor those lost, who dwell within the kingdom’s soul.

As time ticks by, countless hours fade away,
A testament to his devotion, his stamina on display,
For one thousand and eighty-five hours, he perseveres,
Until his journey’s complete, vanquishing all fears.

Now, with 999,999 Poes firmly in his grasp,
The Zelda player’s heart surges with a triumphant gasp,
He has honored the fallen, their tears finally dry,
A shining testament to his spirit, never one to shy.