Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Poetry 2018 | Page 90

Like an irrepressible puppet,
Forcing it to write its name
Back on the wall.
The tear dreamt of heaven,
Where the Gods lived,
Finding a magical book
Of the immortals.
It opened the book,
And wrote its name in secret.
Its success was wronged,
As its name faded
In a matter of seconds.
Armies of warriors,
Creatures armed with countless weapons
Stormed in heaven’s direction,
Fighting for the chance
Of immortality.
A monkey landed on the clouds,
From nowhere
And battled all armies
With his seventy-two
Different transformations.
The monkey wrote
Its name on the book,
But its name faded.
The monkey raged,
Awakening the Gods
To discover the
Millions of tresspassers.
With a single spell,
It forced all
Creatures back to
The earth
Where mortals dwelled.
Journeys to The West,
All dreams are possible,
Except immortality.
The tear of sunlight
Now awakens,
With the discovery
That immortality was impossible.
But it continued
To dream more
Journeys to the West,
For there are countless places
Yet to be explored.