I fought a dragon.
After weeks of ignoring
the scratches appearing
on my doorstep.
After all my jewelry
and not a scrap of cash
went missing.
After not so petty arson.
I prepped for the dragon.
My shield was for riots.
My sword had six chambers,
size .45.
A wise old guide
I just call grandpa
provided it.
//The shield came from Ebay.
I hunted the dragon.
In parks past midnight
and buildings past their prime
day after day.
It's incredible
what cement and drywall
can hide.
What we can ignore.
I found the dragon.
Reclining in a basement
on a modest golden horde.
The wyrm's head lifted.
It blinked away sleep.
I blinked away sweat.
It drew itself up.
I drew my weapon.
It gathered its fire.
I opened mine.
Two shots.
Heart.
Eye.
Done.
