Kid Icarus relaxes on a cloud
With his bow and arrows nearby
He smiles to himself
Sometime later
He takes flight with the help of his wings
He flies through the friendly and not so friendly skies
He does battle with monsters
Or he goes along his merry way
Wherever your travels lead you Kid Icarus
Think of me every now and then will you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem