Weight of Water
In Fontaine’s mist, where waters shine,
A god once dreamed of something fine.
Furina laughed - refrains so bright -
But in her chest, it didn’t feel right.
Beneath her crown, her heart would ache,
Its fragile beat begins to break.
The whispers hissed, “She’s not divine..!!!"
And doubt seeped in like rising brine.
The trial came; her mask fell through -
No goddess now; just someone true.
The deity’s gift of life unbound,
At last her feet could touch the ground.
She swayed with tides in endless streams,
A fleeting wisp of shattered dreams.
Yet still she stood - though fragile seemed -
Atlas in heels, or so it deemed.
Would she endure such heavy chains?
To bear their hopes through loss and pains?
Or would she falter as one did too,
And find her strength in something true?
In Furina’s tale, one sees their own -
The masks one wear to stand alone.
But when one dares to drop the act,
Such truths would one by one refract.
Copyright © Dranreb Carbungco | Year Posted 2025
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