He that shall, shall not

The storm blew across our small village,
like it was a lonely rock on a beach.
I thought it was the end of the word; an apocalypse.

Thunder and lighting shook me up.
I continued to walk.
Then, a lustrous spear of light manifested amidst the overlaying dark clouds.

It stabbed me in the head, knocking me down to the ground
I looked up, and there he was.

Clouds shifted creating a silhouette of a face, his face.
I started to tear from the intense light.
The old man above me coalesced his cheeks and blew at my face. My tears imminently dessicated.
I tried standing up, but he blew me back to the ground

He vociferated, "He that shall, shall not"

I replied, "Hm that makes perfect sense"

Then, it was over.
The storm was over, the sun rose, and the clouds disappeared.
I continued to walk, like nothing happened.

-Lie Phi
December 31, 2009