The Hip Historian Iaredios Posted December 7, 2016 Share Posted December 7, 2016 (edited) Look now to times prior,Not back to World’s End-Pyre,But when the Helm of GoldHolding a god of oldFrom far off Lunar SeaAnd submerged faux-victory,Came to our broken planetAnd became a hero on it.Verily, the one christened Mata Nui,Whose utterance were of no phooey,But rather a forgotten truthDeclared 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 castAs well as the opened manFamous now across lands of former-tan. ------- Blue-skinned boundWas our hero foundUpon his landing in a sea bare,Minuscule and fraught with scareHis new mold crafted from the carapaceOf the kin of his new friend in alien spaceThe little thing’s ignoranceConcerning the form of the Son of AgnanceWould stir familiar loveOnto this ruler from aboveA bond inseparableTo touch later rabble.Christened Click was the bugWho by horn’s brush upon god-man’s mugMorphed shield-borne into master’s handBy blessing of Helm’s defensive demandIn 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 surfaceThat cuts the new-born smooth dermisAnd stinger tip pierces earthen sinAs it fails to poison this king of foreign men.By way of arched shield-bladeDid the beast-man’s courage fadeAs his rear-end sword went way of bloody severance,The first victory of this man of former-reverence.Scurried did the bestial foeAway from crater whence did sand blow.Ripped forth from under bare foot blueWent the stinger slide from faux-carapace and red dewThe spray sate the taste of thirstsome desert ground;And now armed did trek the bare blue man bound,Wielding speck-eyed-shield and poison daggerReaped from feasted remnant-attacker. Stuck to nature’s winding rocky roadLest be swallowed by the shifting brine which flowedThe Black-topped mesas with white mineral sprinkleDoth reflect heaven’s torches that twinkle.The ancient sand-scattered flat hillsCarved from yonder Lunar Sea which doth give chillsOf 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 NuiNow curse-clad in dermal blueyWhen before his head could touch the clouds.How he wanted garbed shroudsTo shield from sandy blight.When the dangers of the nightCould be seen by moons-lightIt’s form aught with frightSerpentine and clad in furLong eared and winged ensureThat Mata Nui dirtied and bareTook to haste and ran with careTo escape the sight of the amphiterreAloft high in the airDid it miss sight by soundOur hero blue-skinned boundWho hid behind rocky décorLest 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 sleepAnd naught was there a peepUnder star-lit blanket-black.‘Twas by a distant crackDid one’s eye’s flash ajarSwift fell did pupils lock onto afarTo find more beast-men.‘Twas they who made bone-crack their kinWhite bleached on desert floor.Yesternight’s injured fellow did-so choreWith pack of brethren did he bringTo seek and scout this Exiled King!Cloudless was the skyAnd cover was lacking by sight of eye.By the light of Solis’ would they findThe helm of his that doth shimmer and shine.So he that was outcast by angel-shadowedTook refuge before old-foe’s abodeAnd bade his timeto pounce on they clothed by grime.Wordless speech did his enchanted crownGive to Mata Nui in temporal fortune down. “Hear me, oh holy curse-clad kingLet me share memories of paladins that did bringGreat battle to ways of darkness!Observe their foes meeting unity's blessednesscreed-bound to mercy did they showto thine fallen children, the Masters of Shadow.Such as what I saw with mine own eyesLet them quell your mental cries:Take to inspiration of their exampleAnd hence give beast-men a sampleOf HERO Mata Nui’s valorAnd unleashing your divine power!” Thus did flicker before his mortal eyes a lifeWhich did the helm witness such strife.Holy War done in his name in most dire hourA conflict he felt undeserving by his lacking honorBut sword-slashed dance did he see his saviorsFighting with greatest gallant behaviorsWith nature’s great power that didLeap forth from palms did their might fledForth into many an enemyWith mercy was their code’s remedy,Sentience-trace be sparedAnd in this bondage their glory flared. All of this did haste-swift flashBefore his eyes and weapon-bound did clashSpace of beastly crew and this spirit-oldInspired, now he arose in with stance ever-boldChin up high was he, and chest puffed-proudStood the fallen lord blue-bare boundSuch was his confidence that seeped from his formThat the pack of sand people had their morale tornBut recognizing their numbers did they dareTwain ilk slowly paced without scare. Fly did Click from thrown fist towards foeAnd shifted forth into defensive blowAnd fell down did they, the seekers of harmLeapt across warming morning earthAnd punched into hard skin hearthWith aim of knocking down this vengeance-seekerBut tough was this trekker of the acreHow he wished his enemy was weaker!Jaw-split hence cried the horrid shriekerWith flame-died iris eye did widenAnd spike-budded tongue slither from fangs whitenWith claw-grasped was King’s armBlue dermis seeping red via harmBy fiend’s sharpened nailBy familiar-feel did he seek-strike with tailBut in the tradition’s death holding to no availAnd in anger was that plan brought to bailThought made him scrape the neck-skin of that maleWith tongue and ready to eat the throat of his preyBut Mata Nui shoved his armored face into the gaping frayHis soul’s home jaw-locked and tongue-scrapedSo they fell to the pebble-spiked groundAnd grunt did spake the holder of the crownHarmed was the Helm, and so it’s anger escapedHence cursed was the nefarious Jarra’dineMouth skin-sewn forevermore after this daySpeechless were they, one more than anotherWith fright did the cursed run to stand over fallen brotherWho was on ground from blow by Click shield-formedBy muffled screams did he noise and by wet-leg warmDid the kin-folk shriek in horror behold his cursed form! Vengeful victim look to sky crying in fearAnd begins beastly-clawing at absent lip in hope to pry and tearTo let rip-loose some sort of bloody cryAnd witness did Mata Nui who here could not lieAnd 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 takeDo 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 airTo 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 powerLest I specifically call upon it, which they will cowerBefore awesome glow and flick of wristVow now to nay-take my words to twist!”And relinquished did his mask-crownNo doubt was there to be found a mental frownFor the enchanted artifact that predates its new master,But bows it will, for destiny was achieved before rise of outcasterAnd his new lord, his true lord, has yet to meet his fateAnd the Heavens above know it will be profoundly great. Mata Nui walked to the frightened beast-manAnd by mask’s power and his will did he raise handTo grab arm-limb and raise to face with distance betwixtThe being’s twain with sand-person doth squirm and twist.The golden helmed face of the fallen king did so glowAs if Great Solis did hence rise from body blue did light showAnd 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 scurriedWith both joy and fear far from being body-buried.With kin did they three fade into the horizonAnd our hero found to be in safe lonesome. Author's Notes: 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 January 14, 2017 by Iaredios the Hip Historian 5 Quote A RUDE AWAKENING - A Spherus Magna redo | Tzais-Kuluu | Pushing Back The Tide | Last Words | Black Coronation | Blue Man Bound | Visions of Thasos ن We are all but grey specks in a dark complex before a single white light Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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