Dragon Slayer
There is fear in every heart, but what sets each of us apart is the strength behind our disguise. There are those who waste the ticking of the clock, and wait for others to tackle their impeding road blocks, and then there are the dragon slayers. There is honour in their eyes, and their essence embodies a bravery you’d be damned to deny. The sunrise sheds the loss of yesterday, and this new beginning inspires the conquest of our shame. Hope is his shield, and his sword was forged in a fire unlike his dragon’s burning breath that’s flames will singe, and possibly bring upon his death. This dark creature’s wings owns spikes that, should they pierce him, shall pour sorrow from his eyes. Still he charges, his every stride a passing stage, nearing his foe he’s attempting to defy. In the shimmering of his beast’s scales he sees a darkened reflection of himself; thus he knows that sword held high, he fights much more than this dragon’s might, but the doubt that rages inside. Thriving on the virtue of his tattered heart, he pushes on and battles, finding encouragement in the calling of the lark.