Shaman's Calabash

Shaman's Calabash
Derring-do,
trapped by mysterious knowledge,
valiant soldier,
gallant like the god of war
dark lord riding through the night,
more dreadful than the knight in Tolkien's
writes.
 
A serration of fright and horror,
shrine stood awe of the god's omen,
blood spilled in the temple,
oracle diced sacrificially to the deity,
wrath, summed-up; threatening,
horrible,
a horrific scene,
an evil entity of malevolent.
 
Bizarre,
with an ephod of an incautious fighter,
shock gripped my fears by the throat,
a sudden power overwhelmed me,
Telekinesis; I reached for the 'shaman's
calabash'
a compass to the underworld,
blue print to the spirit realm.
 
I teleport to a continuum of war zone,
an inconsequent noob I was,
with 'shaman's calabash'
a ray of direction away from demon's snares,
chased down the aisle of death,
I rode on it's guidance,
I got shot infinite times,
but a sip from it was a survival instinct.
 
Underneath the calabash they saw my foible,
with straight accurate shots they bursted my
wiles,
all my powers gone,
the chase became like a cheetah racing after a
tortoise,
their stings de-oxygenated my blood with
poisons.
 
I begged for death,
at the cliff of my death I was poked by my
profuse sweat,
like a bucket of cold water splashed on a
fainted soul for resuscitation,
I, awoken in despair
soaked in astonishment,
I pinched my wet skin for a vague of mental
impression,
it was only a dream.
 
So.......
How comes;
I had scratches,
I woke up with a broken part of the 'shaman's
calabash'
I could still see the underworld,
I could still feel the netherworld,
see the demons coming?
............................
A slap from mama re-awaken me!!!