As I stood in the tunnel of the gladiatorial arena with my sword in its sheath, thoughts of performing had me shaking like a leaf… briefly… before my hands started to perspire, goose pimples on my arms as I felt my soul on fire.
My breathing lost its rhythm as my chest began to tighten, my heart beat rapidly as if I’d just been frightened.
It was then that I felt the hairs on my neck uncurl and stand to attention, the signal for me to enter my Beyonder like dimension.
I stepped out into the arena and the crowd let out a roar, and at the same time opponent number one stepped out onto the floor.
It was none other than that weak gladiator…
’Nervousness!’ Coming out to try and infest my chest in order to suppress my lyrical finesse.
Not one for defensive manoeuvres – Nervousness tried to attack me immediately, he thrust his sword straight at my sternum.
I heard his supporters in the crowd shouting, “burn him.”
But little did they know that I had practiced my flow
I merely sidestepped Nervousness and issued my own blow… fwpppt.
I cut him to the deep with the sharpness of my delivery
There was no hesitation, no stumbling, just thoughts of chivalry.
Nervousness proceeded to recede at a great pace so that he’d survive to battle ‘I and I’ in another dimension of time and space.
As I turned to the centre of the arena… the frenzied cheers of the crowd suddenly became muted…
An apparition had appeared and was taking physical form drawing from the diluted, grains of sand predominant in all the land, and when the metamorphosis was complete, its stature was truly grand!
It was none other than… ‘Fear’ himself.
I instantly put my hand to the hilt of my sword,
Fear issued the warning “You shall be defeated by me The Darkling Lord”.
The crowd was hushed, the challenge was set, the atmosphere was electric and quiet was kept.
Fear waved his hands as if issuing a spell, this seemed to do nothing, or if it did nobody could tell.
I knew what he had done for I felt it seeping into me, Fear had sent his emissary… ’Dry Mouth’…to weaken me internally.
I hurriedly drew my sword, but that’s as far as I did get, for Fear had also issued ‘Paralysis’ and through my body he now swept.
Fear whispered words with low resonance so only I could hear “Just give up and bow down to me and I’ll be out of here.”
I looked upon Fear, then looked onwards into the crowd
Sitting there were my two sisters ‘Joy’ who was deeply subdued and ‘Hope’ who was shouting loud.
And in between the two was my beloved ‘Serenity’
Calm and unruffled knowing just how to lift me.
And that is why I put the ring on her finger and now call her wifey. She can view a situation then further enlighten me.
From where she sat I lip read what she said
“Beyonder, to conquer Fear you need only use your head, for you hold the power you hold the key, to defeat fear and set yourself free”
Often when Serenity speaks to me she doesn’t mean it literally, but on this occasion I felt the need to look at my hands instantly
For time was ticking and Paralysis was picking up the speed at which he chose to feed upon my person.
Now in my hand was my sword and as I looked upon it
Sunlight reflected off one edge as brightly as it shone on it.
A word was moulded into the edge of the blade
And when I first saw it I did an action replay.
Then it all became clear to me
What I had to do to set myself free
To defeat Fear, Paralysis, and Dry Mouth too
In one instant I could destroy the whole crew
For the word on the edge of the blade was…’Confidence’
I merely had to project it with nonchalance
That was what was meant by Serenity
When she said that I held the key
Due to being in a state of paralysis I had to use my powers of telekinesis.
I levitated Confidence from my hand and directed it to Fear by mental command.
Now seeing Confidence advancing at a great pace, Fear dispersed with Paralysis and Dry Mouth to retreat in disgrace.
I was now free, a champion of poetry, and it seemed to me performance was quite easy
I walked towards Serenity with my sword trailing in my wake
Evidently at that moment I had made a severe mistake.
For what I held in fact was a double-edged sword that somebody had previously taken from ‘The Darkling Lord’
On the second edge were written the words… ’Over Confidence,’ Of which I was in a state of with my thoughts of nonchalance
Before I even knew it the sword was wrenched from my grasp, an ambush was upon me and my blood trickled on the dust.
The perpetrator of such action was non-other than… ’Forgetfulness,’ returning from oblivion looking like he was on angel dust
Forgetfulness wielded a double-edged axe and sought to force me to back up in my tracks.
Although weakened I was I stood my ground, as Forgetfulness closed in I heard an ominous sound…
It was Nervousness and Fear returning to join in the fight, so I looked to within to give me sight beyond sight.
Forgetfulness attacked but his axe was too slow, so I bobbed and I weaved dropping lyrical flows
Nervousness and Fear were getting closer to I, so I had to act quickly or else I would soon die
I pulled out two daggers, ‘Rehearsal’ and ‘Prep,’ and into Forgetfulness I whole heartily leapt
I stuck him with both – in the heart and the neck
This sent Forgetfulness back on his oblivious trek
Nervousness and Fear disappeared in a flash
My sister Joy gave cheer with style and panache
The crowd went wild saying “what a glorious show”
I’d experienced performance dropping lyrical flows
I accepted the cheers with humility
Overstanding performance certainly isn’t easy
I stood for a moment with Hope, Joy, and Serenity
Soaking up the atmosphere of the time zero AD
Then we were gone…back to Beyond!