On a mystical island
with golden shores
and crashing waves
and majestic mountains
there was no more hope
For thousands of years its people had waited
for heroes to save them
warriors to defeat their foes
but the help had not come
neither had the threat ceased
The dark reign of Makuta had spread over the place
like a puddle in a storm
slowly but surely his shadow crept
and he seduced the rahi beasts under his domain
But one Matoran kept his hope
the childish Takua
and one day,
upon the golden shores
heroes awoke, their destiny
a mystery
Their quest was clear
discover the mighty masks and reclaim the island
but never can such things stay so clear
For the crystal in mud is transparent no more
And the rain splattered window lies
for evil lurks in the shadows and
spreads its evil talons
The six fought on against the darkness
through tundra and desert alike
til their journey was over
the masks found
and the crystal a little less muddy
At the Kini-Nui they met
they formed a battle plan
and the hopeful Takua led his people
as the Toa descended
The Kaita were formed
powerful beings from legends forgotten
Akamai and Wairuhai
Valor and Wisdom
Good combined
The dreaded Manas were defeated, and the end was now in sight
for in a dark, deep dungeon
the master of madness lied
And the six
a band of weathered veterans
found him there
A sadistic mockery of the Matoran form
black and brown
a king of cunning
They each lept
axe, hook, boot, flame, sword,
and claw
And each tumbled to the ground
for rarely is evil defeated so easily
But Makuta didn’t count on one thing
the one thing he could never possess
loyalty, faith,
and unity
For alone they were weak
but together they were strong
a string against a rope
Makuta was defeated,
and the light returned
but what happened then
in that dungeon
touched millions
For while the story of the Toa is not true
the story of their unity lives on
if only we could see that we are something more
then perhaps
we would be whole
