The light shown through the giant stained glass window like wings soaring through the sky.
The sparkle of the Great Man's crown almost blinding me.
I squint my eyes, bowing down.
He's much bigger than I. Much greater.
As I kneel I stare at his feet, very ordinary feet.
Who would have thought the King had feet like any other man?
I laugh a little inside.
The only difference between him and I is the metal and jewels upon his head.
My cape so long it practically folds itself while I kneel before the king.
The speech he is giving is breathless,
Almost a continued sentence, effortless, like he had done this a million times before.
Well practiced, yet without passion.
He was granting me with the golden sword.
A blade of 4 feet, double edged and stained with unicorn blood.
As he says the last words, and declares my name
The crowd repeats after him in unison
"The Great Delilah. The Great Delilah."
On each shoulder I felt the gentle graze of the sharp sword upon my medal armor.
My eyes shut tightly.
This is the moment I have been waiting for.
As I lift my head upon his declaration
He hands the sword to me.
My legs don't ask before they help me stand.
With pride I raise the golden sword in the air.
"Shezialoom!"
The word for our world which meant, "Victory is ours!"
With one large breath I twirled the handle of the sword through my fingers while maneuvering my arm swiftly.
The sharpness of the sword plunges towards the heart of the king and rips through his linen robe. The king falls to the ground.
The crowd makes not a noise.
I wake up with blood on my hands.
YOU ARE READING
The Unmastered Art of Living
PoésieDeep within The darkest part of me You'll find yourself wondering if I'm even human. Or maybe you'll see we're all the same Just learning how to breathe Day by day.
