DARK GUEST

Out there was a brilliant weather, sitting comfortably on the bare chest of the beautiful earth. Our mutual friend, the morning, finally took her place in the scheme of things when a bizarre tale, more hellish than the enterprise of a sorcerer, gently rode into my world. Broken and shattered, it led me into a gloomy morning. I vowed to get rid of the cockroaches in my cupboard where they claimed lordship. Confusion greeted my arrival, as the insects dashed here and there to escape my blows. As I ended their reign, a frightening figure like a man who has spent quality time in the gym emerged from my shabby walls and began to pummel me. The beast looked grave and rugged. His eyes were fiery and green and a little nose sat on his wicked face!

As a dose of his treachery crushed me against my wooden piece, I yelled like a man that misfortune dealt a miserable blow. I did not need a prophet to tell me my survival depended upon how I could deliberately maneuver my young fist in such a dilemma. My blows did not betray me for the devil almost lost his balance. As soon as he regained his footing, he clenched his fist and threw a withering smile at me as if it was an abomination to retaliate.

The cruel creature charged and went back like a battering ram. Before I could snatch a breath from the wings of the morning, he descended on me as wreckage leaves a kingdom in rubles. However, the human destroyer got the upper hand as we traded punches. The ballistic missiles he threw, none would survive. When it dawned on me that my adversary would never spare me a breath, for his blows tossed me here and there like a wind blown rain, I decided to feign death. I collapsed on the floor like an antelope silenced by the frenzied attack of a beastly predator. He grabbed hold of one of my legs and suspended me in the air. Then the wicked soul examined me as if taking inventory of his stock after a torrid time. When he was convinced I was lifeless and drowned, he threw me and I hit the wall that has turned yellow with age. I saw nothingness in my stupor. The fiery four-eyed monster rubbed his hands gleefully; his face gleamed with pleasure that he finally sniffed life out of me. As he roared violently, beating his hairy chest vehemently, a whirlwind came out of the ground and carried him away through the back door.