The Dragon..
is the silent beast.
Upon our fear
and our uncertainty
it feasts.
It smells whichever
doubts
we hold within
ourselves..
and then exploits them
for its own
draconic ends.

What does it take
to banish
this ol’ tyrant
of the dark
and moonless night?
The same capacity
that overcomes
all apparitions
of the mind..
a flash of light.

Indeed,
in spite of all the terror
that instills its might..
that frightens
even the most fearless
of God’s knights
to the core..
all that it takes
to slay this creature..
is for it to be observed.