The Dragon

Crimson fingers grabbed at the shelters.
Memories turned to dust as the darkness
Overhead consumed all-
Consumed poor souls trapped within.

Wind fueled the fires,
fuelled the destruction,
fuelled the Gods' anger.
The village was to be no more.

This Village was nothing special-
Simply tinder to feed the flame of hatred.
Cursed red eyes watched from afar,
And billowy hands of smoke twisted memories to wreckage.

Blue scales swept through the sky,
As lightning flahed to the ground.
A tail whipped across from above,
And destroyed all the flames had spared.

I did not quiver.
Heat was unbearable, and smoke filled my eyes.
I was engulfed in a layer of ash.
Did it matter to me?

No.

Crimson flames subdued,
To crimson blurs of hatred.
My pulse quickened,
And my hands clenched in rage.

It was then, when the darkness broke.
Piercing light which split the clouds,
Gave bastion from the heat and smoke.
Formed before my very eyes.

This was my calling.
My hands clenched the cold steel.
Pounding through my ears,
And through this new limb of my body.

From the skies above,
This gift was sent to me.
To the horizon below,
Where the darkness now fled.

It knew what was coming.

Left, then right, then left again,
For minutes which passed much longer.
The darkness would not leave.
I would not let it.

Mouth breathing, heart beating,
Wings pumping overhead.
Feet pounding, eyes watching.
As the coward lost ground.

A sudden stop.
Silence.
Shaking of the ground.
The retreat had ended.

Eye to eye.
Scales rising,
Scales falling.
Pulse quickening,
Muscles tightening.

A sudden tear,
A blinding pain.
A muscular slash,
Crimson blood upon the ground.

Divinity.

A dizzy haze;
A blood-curdling roar.
A quick strike,
As blue turned red.

The breathing stopped.
Blue eyes closed.
It was time to return
And restore the solace.

All is safe, for I am the Dragonslayer.