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.


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