Always time for a first, in dreams…Don’t think there’s ever been dragons in my head before.
I’ve killed a dragon.
Actually, I’ve killed two, but this one
Feels more real, somehow –
The wounded thing, slashing
Its body against the stone wall, as I ran
A sword through its gold-shining
Scales. The first died nearly
On its own, crashing to its end,
In comparison to this one.
But there isn’t time to mourn it, or to
Come to grips with what I’ve done.
More are coming, and if we want
Any chance at surviving,
We’ll barricade ourselves in this
Church, with the cats,
Each door’s lock turned until
The sanctuary becomes a box,
And the ritual can begin.