I slay dragons at night while you
sleep.
I see by the way your face contorts how
they exist in your dreams.
Willing a magic sword, I plunge into
your deepest nightmares and swing at the beasts with all my might, dodging
flames exhaled by monsters that would eat me alive to go on torturing the fair
one I love. I see your face relax, eyes still drowsily closed, when the mighty
dragon is slain.
It may be that my fingers rub soft
circles on your forehead as I imagine my brave fight as a knight reclaiming
your dreams. You smile under the spell of my touch, and I am rewarded.
And so, my love, as I await the dawn,
I stand ready to slay dragons while you sleep.
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons
I slay dragons at night while you
sleep.
I see by the way your face contorts how
they exist in your dreams.
Willing a magic sword, I plunge into
your deepest nightmares and swing at the beasts with all my might, dodging
flames exhaled by monsters that would eat me alive to go on torturing the fair
one I love. I see your face relax, eyes still drowsily closed, when the mighty
dragon is slain.
It may be that my fingers rub soft
circles on your forehead as I imagine my brave fight as a knight reclaiming
your dreams. You smile under the spell of my touch, and I am rewarded.
And so, my love, as I await the dawn,
I stand ready to slay dragons while you sleep.
Copyright 2016 Richelle E. Goodrich
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