The night rose slowly, lifting wings
Stood towering, glaring down
At its feet
Shook a little frightened soldier
You will not defeat me
The girl said, almost as if asking
A question
And the dragon spoke nothing
No words were needed
No roaring or fire-breathing antics
The demon
Worked its magic
By simply being believed in
All doubts and fears a mere creation
Of the mind
And as soon as the brave knight
Realized her potential
The dark lifted and the sky
Broke with morning light.
~
RNH
