Just a thing I wrote for Creative Writing class, and I realized that I could easily relate it Bionicle by switching out a few words.
Another year is another step closer,
To my inevitable expiry.
Do I fear my death?
No.
I do not cling to life.
There is a difference.
What I do fear,
Is the demise of my people.
I have had vivid nightmares,
Of ungodly forces rising,
A black veil of shadow,
Consuming the land into obscurity.
It leaves me shaken,
Fearful, anxious, petrified,
As to what the future may hold.
Yet when I return to the real world,
I say that everything will be fine,
I deceive myself and my people.
I pray to my deceased predecessors that my lies are true,
But as I experience the same visions every night,
I now realise that what is to come,
Is beyond the gods’ hands.
I may reign supreme on my land,
But it is I who feels the most powerless.
When I once looked upon my people,
I admired their strength, resilience, and diligence.
But now I can barely look at them in the eye,
For all I see is the brittleness and fragility of life.
We may seem united and strong,
But simple waves can topple giant stones.
Alas, I may not live long enough,
To witness the forthcoming events,
The burden may lie on the protectors,
Who I trust but cannot bear to lose.
I can only wish to live longer,
To spare them the pain.
New visions of six divinities,
Symbols of strength, power, and revenance.
Could it be a sign that the tides have turned?
Could it be the saviors that I have longed for,
Who will protect my people from darkness?
The world may never know.
