“The Lion”

Nightmares hit like emotion un-buffered, raw living of their own life, powerful images, expression of events, emotion, problems deep in resonance we may never have to ever experience in life, everything is more…

 

I was far from home, the dirt was different, my pursuit, the terrain,  “Africa?” I thought, running, again pursued, fear, of violence, violence its-self, yet I warred, for unseen reason I still soldiered, among my fear and ran to survive….

   The way into the complex its walls would nullify their rifle fire. I make it in twists and turns, I stop a few turns in. I take the point man out, and moved, again I waited. I hear many feet coming from over 40 feet converging from two directions. I twisted turned and found, a large room with light from outside. I locked the massive lock, turning to flee, in my haste I missed the shadows the quiet shadows or the watchers, life, death. A lion full male in mane, great to behold, now stood a Lion. Terror beheld me, not who I am. but what I am, the nightmare. The fear I attack. The Lion surprised rears back swinging a great paw to bat me off, claws shear just past where I was. I see him now, huge beautiful,  our eyes in the close moment of combat when you see the others eye’s soul, the whole animal, majestic a wonder of this world, of my soul. My eyes shadow. The blade strikes home.  The dream shifts. I am just a man, who I am deep unto my soul. The very spirit of who “I Am’ this great Lion the black manned Lion the most courageous of all the Lions lay dying on my blade, my spirit cried out like a lost love torn away, tears fell from my face, as I finally stopped twisting the blade, the soldier finished it. The great beast now hurt docile, wanting, help, lay underneath me, like a litter mate, I not as man saw this but as the emotion see live. The Lion looked at me, slowly drifting away, my regret’s small distant cries inside of me, my eyes though they new, they cried, long and hard as the Lion breathed slower, the great animal still under me. I still holding the knife on they cried. It slowed everything slowed the emotion stayed in that awful moment, and the Lion and I we spoke one last time with our eyes…

 I got up covered with horror lingering the…ose eyes, this deep meaning in me. It just wanted a friend. I thought. I Killed it kept rolling in my head in the darkness and I stagger, I am here, hurt still. I stay up, I still fight. The Lion.

 

Thor