It has been said
That lions are the fiercest of beings
Strong jaws, sharpened teeth -
Ready to pounce.
Every day the lion waited
I saw him around corners
Prowling in the distance
Staking out darkened rooms before I entered.
He fed on my deepest regrets
My darkest thoughts
My most crippling insecurities.
During tests, I dared not turn around
For fear he was behind me.
While auditioning for the top spot
I spotted him lurking behind the piano.
I would always look away.
I would never meet his eyes.
But he had his claws in me
Deeper than any claw I had felt before.
His gaze burned me like flames
And I shied away.
He pushed my ability
Into the grasslands of my mind
Where he could rule as a tyrant.
I did not go quietly.
My shouts echoed around the skull
That I had begun to call a prison.
Yet my body remained stiff.
The lion grinned from the shadows.
And I grew angrier by the second
Forced myself towards the lion
The beast was sure of his power
Yet I was livid.
I saw his momentary shock
As my right foot lifted from the ground
Propelling me towards my greatest enemy.
My left foot followed my right
Each step was a blow to the creature.
He would cower from the attack
But immediately recover
To growl at me once more.
As time went on, however
I found his show less grim.
My stride elongated
My confidence soared
I pulled myself toward him.
His eyes grew wide
He was... terrified?
But as I stretched out a hand
He dissolved into mist.
It had been said
That lions were the fiercest of things.
Preying on the helpless
And stalking long before the kill.
But even lions follow the rules of the wild
And only kill what they can eat.
I never saw the lion again.