Selfie and OOOde

Selfie and OOOde

I am Sting

“Sting”
That is what he calls me-
My master,
The Hand.
I know not why.
I know not his nervousness.
I know not his hopes, his fears.
All I know is our eternal battle
Life and death
And a figure in white:
My foe, anonymous behind a mask of
red and black
I gleam, polished silver, long and thin,
Dancing around another of my kind.
Evading him, blocking him, protecting the Hand
Then lashing out to sting my opponent
A buzz of ecstasy-
Green light
“Touch Right”
It begins once more
Now I am trapped and the hand is bitten-
Red light
“Touch Left”
It continues, this battle of ours,
Back and forth across the air
More lights,
Each red the buzz of ecstasy
Each green pain and despair
It ends,
14 red, 15 green
I blaze blue in triumph
As the Hand points me Skyward
The Hand is Human, I realize,
a redheaded boy
Also in White, but Gold as well
The foe, too, is Human, without her mask
They shake hands, laughing, and bow
Then I realize that our battle is naught but sport
As he bows I see a picture:
A bee, in White and Gold, on the floor.
I realize
The bee is his emblem, and so
I am Sting.

Zack Owen