afterwords

"and who do you think you are to clash your will against mine?" says the pale beast. he adorns my eyes with his celestial beauty and his unflinching glare keeps me chained to the spot. i reach into the dark recess that used to be my mind and feel for words but they shun my touch. i stand wordless, motionless, mannikinlike. then something snaps. universe shifts. something strong jets out of a spring, unknown even to me till then, and fills me. i am not a weakling anymore, nomore a lowling, my spine reforms itself from steel. we need not duel anymore, there s no match. i walk away.