War with the Dragon

I went to war with the dragon. The dragon’s armies assembled, his fear, his shame, his mountains of ridicule, his failure, and his filth. Legions of spiteful parents and spurning friends and stagnant roads grimaced in their cold and fiery ranks. I stood with the young boy hope, and with love (the adventurer), and with humility the selfless, humble dog. I stood with Christ, who told me He had won. The Prince of Fate stood before me and asked to whom I bow.

He said, “What shall be is.”

And all was blank.