'Even though I might have gone My spirit in light, it dwindles on Through long, drery days, ditto the nights We shared countless rpmance, hardship and fights Once we were togeyher, now we're apart Yet we both linger on in the other's heart'
This is the traditional version. It is supposed to be Midna shattering the mirror, but Imp Midna's spirit staying. The poem I wrote didn't makie it onto the traditional version, but the digital might have it.