Look now to times prior,
Not back to World’s End-Pyre,
But when the Helm of Gold
Holding a god of old
From far off Lunar Sea
And submerged faux-victory,
Came to our broken planet
And became a hero on it.
Verily, the one christened Mata Nui,
Whose utterance were of no phooey,
But rather a forgotten truth
Declared to be lies to comparative youth.
Yes, ‘tis he of whom I speak now,
That mighty hero who had borne the hau-
In times past,
And now the beetle is his icon cast
As well as the opened man
Famous now across lands of former-tan.
Was our hero found
Upon his landing in a sea bare,
Minuscule and fraught with scare
His new mold crafted from the carapace
Of the kin of his new friend in alien space
The little thing’s ignorance
Concerning the form of the Son of Agnance
Would stir familiar love
Onto this ruler from above
A bond inseparable
To touch later rabble.
Christened Click was the bug
Who by horn’s brush upon god-man’s mug
Morphed shield-borne into master’s hand
By blessing of Helm’s defensive demand
In time to guard from beast-man’s leap to gnaw;
Such are the ways of the West Seed of Jarra’Shah.
Tackled with claws cutting ‘round shield’s surface
That cuts the new-born smooth dermis
And stinger tip pierces earthen sin
As it fails to poison this king of foreign men.
By way of arched shield-blade
Did the beast-man’s courage fade
As his rear-end sword went way of bloody severance,
The first victory of this man of former-reverence.
Scurried did the bestial foe
Away from crater whence did sand blow.
Ripped forth from under bare foot blue
Went the stinger slide from faux-carapace and red dew
The spray sate the taste of thirstsome desert ground;
And now armed did trek the bare blue man bound,
Wielding speck-eyed-shield and poison dagger
Reaped from feasted remnant-attacker.
Stuck to nature’s winding rocky road
Lest be swallowed by the shifting brine which flowed
The Black-topped mesas with white mineral sprinkle
Doth reflect heaven’s torches that twinkle.
The ancient sand-scattered flat hills
Carved from yonder Lunar Sea which doth give chills
Of nostalgia to Banished King of memorial ills.
O’, how justice will be sworn-served,
Though his banishment is deserved;
Such was the pride of Mata Nui
Now curse-clad in dermal bluey
When before his head could touch the clouds.
How he wanted garbed shrouds
To shield from sandy blight.
When the dangers of the night
Could be seen by moons-light
It’s form aught with fright
Serpentine and clad in fur
Long eared and winged ensure
That Mata Nui dirtied and bare
Took to haste and ran with care
To escape the sight of the amphiterre
Aloft high in the air
Did it miss sight by sound
Our hero blue-skinned bound
Who hid behind rocky décor
Lest fret-feasted upon would be his gore.
Once passed, did helm-wielder find sensation,
Ignorant was he on the nature of starvation.
He fell before boulder and submitted to starving sleep
And naught was there a peep
Under star-lit blanket-black.
‘Twas by a distant crack
Did one’s eye’s flash ajar
Swift fell did pupils lock onto afar
To find more beast-men.
‘Twas they who made bone-crack their kin
White bleached on desert floor.
Yesternight’s injured fellow did-so chore
With pack of brethren did he bring
To seek and scout this Exiled King!
Cloudless was the sky
And cover was lacking by sight of eye.
By the light of Solis’ would they find
The helm of his that doth shimmer and shine.
So he that was outcast by angel-shadowed
Took refuge before old-foe’s abode
And bade his time
to pounce on they clothed by grime.
Wordless speech did his enchanted crown
Give to Mata Nui in temporal fortune down.
“Hear me, oh holy curse-clad king
Let me share memories of paladins that did bring
Great battle to ways of darkness!
Observe their foes meeting unity's blessedness
creed-bound to mercy did they show
to thine fallen children, the Masters of Shadow.
Such as what I saw with mine own eyes
Let them quell your mental cries:
Take to inspiration of their example
And hence give beast-men a sample
Of HERO Mata Nui’s valor
And unleashing your divine power!”
Thus did flicker before his mortal eyes a life
Which did the helm witness such strife.
Holy War done in his name in most dire hour
A conflict he felt undeserving by his lacking honor
But sword-slashed dance did he see his saviors
Fighting with greatest gallant behaviors
With nature’s great power that did
Leap forth from palms did their might fled
Forth into many an enemy
With mercy was their code’s remedy,
Sentience-trace be spared
And in this bondage their glory flared.
All of this did haste-swift flash
Before his eyes and weapon-bound did clash
Space of beastly crew and this spirit-old
Inspired, now he arose in with stance ever-bold
Chin up high was he, and chest puffed-proud
Stood the fallen lord blue-bare bound
Such was his confidence that seeped from his form
That the pack of sand people had their morale torn
But recognizing their numbers did they dare
Twain ilk slowly paced without scare.
Fly did Click from thrown fist towards foe
And shifted forth into defensive blow
And fell down did they, the seekers of harm
Leapt across warming morning earth
And punched into hard skin hearth
With aim of knocking down this vengeance-seeker
But tough was this trekker of the acre
How he wished his enemy was weaker!
Jaw-split hence cried the horrid shrieker
With flame-died iris eye did widen
And spike-budded tongue slither from fangs whiten
With claw-grasped was King’s arm
Blue dermis seeping red via harm
By fiend’s sharpened nail
By familiar-feel did he seek-strike with tail
But in the tradition’s death holding to no avail
And in anger was that plan brought to bail
Thought made him scrape the neck-skin of that male
With tongue and ready to eat the throat of his prey
But Mata Nui shoved his armored face into the gaping fray
His soul’s home jaw-locked and tongue-scraped
So they fell to the pebble-spiked ground
And grunt did spake the holder of the crown
Harmed was the Helm, and so it’s anger escaped
Hence cursed was the nefarious Jarra’dine
Mouth skin-sewn forevermore after this day
Speechless were they, one more than another
With fright did the cursed run to stand over fallen brother
Who was on ground from blow by Click shield-formed
By muffled screams did he noise and by wet-leg warm
Did the kin-folk shriek in horror behold his cursed form!
Vengeful victim look to sky crying in fear
And begins beastly-clawing at absent lip in hope to pry and tear
To let rip-loose some sort of bloody cry
And witness did Mata Nui who here could not lie
And begged with Holy Helm to reverse such cursed affliction.
“Cure this childish fiend of thine set condition!”
So he yelled, and wordless did it spake,
“By ancient defense from thieving take
Do I curse those not destined or merit-worth,
Such is my sword-and-shield save my brief birth. “
And so our Hero shout-plead to the air
To his voiceless mask with angry demanding flair
Though it did confound beast-men already wrought with scare.
“Hear me now; henceforth will you reserve your power
Lest I specifically call upon it, which they will cower
Before awesome glow and flick of wrist
Vow now to nay-take my words to twist!”
And relinquished did his mask-crown
No doubt was there to be found a mental frown
For the enchanted artifact that predates its new master,
But bows it will, for destiny was achieved before rise of outcaster
And his new lord, his true lord, has yet to meet his fate
And the Heavens above know it will be profoundly great.
Mata Nui walked to the frightened beast-man
And by mask’s power and his will did he raise hand
To grab arm-limb and raise to face with distance betwixt
The being’s twain with sand-person doth squirm and twist.
The golden helmed face of the fallen king did so glow
As if Great Solis did hence rise from body blue did light show
And the face’s fresh skin, like fabric, ripped slowly
With widening holes it’s natural mouth revealed duly.
Mata Nui dropped the creature and it scurried
With both joy and fear far from being body-buried.
With kin did they three fade into the horizon
And our hero found to be in safe lonesome.
I wrote another short story a prequel to Black Coronation, but i went a little too brutal in a scene. It is important so I can't edit it and thus probably can't put it on BZP (idk). This annoyed me, but i love the potential of Mata Nui's story so I decided to flex some rhyming skills. I hope it is okay, and I might expand on this later. Like other things, this has some references to my A Rude Awakening project.
Edited by Iaredios the Hip Historian, Jan 13 2017 - 07:55 PM.