How To Slay A Dragon
In olden days of yore,
Houses of stone and soot,
Flaming tears and mauve sky,
Where land cracks like parchment-
The deluge of dragons:
Waterless flood of fear.
Sword of Excalibur
Driven into the heart
Of a serpentine beast.
The silver of this sword
Now bears rouge complexion
As it chops these great stalks.
Weep, you early voices,
Riddle it in [1]Samhain
And pray o’er my body.