Dragon Slaying.

The assignment was to write a poem about "an event that transpired over a table". This is my take on that.

The dragon sighed fire

as iron swords and sabers

made fright take hold and him take flight.

His life in danger; he fleed from the steel

into the night a lit with bristling flame

and fiery spit.


We cheered and mocked the runaway

as we stayed awake only running on coffee

and the desire to play our stupid tabletop game.

Fighting grey elves and shadowy forms,

we burned time in ashtrays until morning.

In that moment when tomorrow becomes today,

our cliche fantasy tales of honor and glory

faded away into yesterday,

as silly memories of long-haired death metal friendships

and dragon slayings.

The End

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