I saw it.
No. You had it wrong.
You can slay something.
And you can love something.
It’s not the same, Gentlemen.
Can we go back to ground zero.
What is this hero’s business anyways?
Consciousness?
Ego?
OK.
Once there was this Dragon.
It lived in its nest.
A far-reaching cliff of sorts.
Now this Dragon was very natural
In how it behaved.
It flew the skies of paradise.
High brow. Certain waters.
It knew its home.
And then one day.
One day.
It flew back to its nest.
Ready to rest for the night
And all of the sudden.
A certain creature in the distance
Disturbed the Dragon’s sleep.
“What are these visions in my mind?”
The Dragon spoke.
Something in my nest is different, It thought.
Hind-legged, Its wings spanning
Sweeping the dark corners of Its nest.
Far and near.
And then, A sudden flare of metal armor appear!
“What is this metal-clanging stranger doing disturbing my sleep?”
The Dragon spoke.
With ugly scissor-tooth claws,
The Dragon snatched up the stranger,
Nostrils bleeding flame.
Bite marks register on scaled skin
A quick route planned,
The wings dictate a soft landing.
Hopping between grasps.
The metal stranger is rolled on ridged turf.
Sparkdusted, The Dragon returns to Its nest.
Snotted wet hay collides with rested ear.
Sleep. Sleep.
The Dragon speaks.
Plastic corners.
What am I doing here, anyways?
Research? Dammit.
No letters tonight.