The Arena
Elaborate,
Perfectly beautiful, pristine,
Larger than anything this human mind can even begin comprehending -
Is this game of life.
I'd met you earlier,
When I was perhaps too young to understand
But now, I recognize you immediately.
I'd run away from you back then,
Hoping beyond hope that I'd never see you again
But you're here,
Back in a different form.
Your physical appearance is different.
We've never met before -
Or rather, you've never seen me before.
To me, you're an old friend.
And this time, an escape won't be that easy.
I've been cornered.
I spare one glance of smug realization towards the skies,
Take a deep breath,
And pass on a nod of acknowledgement to you.
The interaction begins.
We're both on the field now,
And even though I still don't know how to take you on,
Abandoning the arena like last tine isn't an option anymore.
The thought of seeing you again annoys me enough
To motivate me to get it over with
Now, once and for all.
I crack my knuckles, crouching into a fighting stance
From the corner of my eye, I see a few more players
Stepping slowly into the field
I recognize all of them, from a past
Long buried, distant.
Oh, all my undefeated enemies, welcome back!
So, a challenge it is. "Fine! I get it now", I announce
Not personal, but inevitably,
Me versus you.
Then, to my surprise,
Donned with all your weapons and arsenal,
You smile.
Not a smirk, not mocking or menacing
Rather a smile of... is that pride?
You're proud of me?
Two butterfiles, one white and one golden
Flutter across the arena, twirling around each other
Like leaves dancing in a breeze
Thunder rolls overhead
Almost as if the universe was congratulating me,
That after all this time,
Finally, I have made the right choice.
Well, thanks.
Let's see how this goes then, folks
I raise my right hand, and make a gesture
A motion for you to come forward.
You come bolting towards me
Not in anger, not in rage.
Our sheilds clash, the strike hits hard
And hereby, the play resumes.