In realms where winged sandals dost glide, A slayer of beasts, though mortal, he cried. With shield of reflection, his valor was cast, To save fairest maid from a fate most aghast.

I am broken through time, but don't lose heart. For they repaired me each time, replacing every part. Built anew though I still feel shame. For they still question, am I the same?

Stack me, sell me, put me on a shelf. Use me, ignore me, just don't burn me. Give me dog ears, write on me, or maybe even consider me holy...just please don't ban me.

From cursed seed I swiftly rise, a spiral path to stolen skies. I pierce the clouds with greedy grace, To reach a giant’s hidden place. What am I, whose sudden bloom, led a boy to gold, and wealthy boon?

People run me in many configurations. You slay foes with diverse weaponry. Demon extermination; your motivation. This game's influence made history.