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Dragon Slayer

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While no one is paying attention, I think I'll use this space and time to dump some writings as a sort of backup. Mostly poems that I've written over the last few months, as my life imploded. I am trying to rebuild, and it is sometimes overwhelming. The future I thought I had, the one I never expected and didn't think I deserved, came crashing down around me. Some might say the past caught up to me, but the present is the worst. I suppose if you're unlucky enough to be reading this, you probably know what is going on; if not, it doesn't matter, because this is just a backup and a catharsis. You're invited to my misery in the form of poetry and other ramblings. Feel free to comment if you want, but please be gentle. These are my rawest emotions, bled out on the page... or screen.

This poem is called Dragon Slayer, and I guess even if you don't know me from Adam's housecat, you can figure out the gist of my crumbling world.


Dragon Slayer


If you'd have asked me all those years ago, oh, the bravado,

the certainty with which I would have sworn to slay dragons for you.


But there are no dragons. And somehow we ended up fighting each other instead.

Each treating the other as if they were the dragon.

Somehow, we forgot what we were, what we meant, what we vowed to each other. 


I'd still slay dragons for you. And surely I'd fare no worse...

nothing, no spike, nor spear, nor flame could ever do more harm than I've done to myself. 


No wound so deep. No pain so sharp. No death so cold. 


We became the dragon, and I have done what I swore to do.  


© 2025  Ron W. Hamilton 

  All Rights Reserved


   ( Sept. 19, 2025 )


My words are entirely my own, however this image was generated by AI specifically for this post.


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