But the glittering shards of busted
glass blind you to the fact that your
heroics died on your shield years ago.
Now as you stand in front of that dragon
with a rusty sword and blood-stained
armor, the dragon’s venom-filled fangs
sunk in your throat as its fire tongue torch
your lips you think,
“Maybe she would have been better off
locked away in her lonely tower far from me.”
Still, scorched skin and pierced hearts aside
I would joust all my honor and glory right off a
cliff into hell if it meant you still loved me
in the morning.
About the Creator
Steve B Howard
Steve Howard's self-published collection of short stories Satori in the Slip Stream, Something Gaijin This Way Comes, and others were released in 2018. His poetry collection Diet of a Piss Poor Poet was released in 2019.
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