Distrust

A timid dragon
Shuffles out to greet the knight
And though no sword is raised,
Shrinks before the unarmed man,
Ready for death's blow

No hope for peace
Just the raw, exposed flesh
Of a dragon's neck
Stretched forward,
Almost
Begging

Silence any hope I have
I cannot bear its weight
It draws me from my cave,
Into the reach
Of arrows and swords

A hopeful creature
Should not live
So end my hope
And send me, bloodied,
Sobbing to the grave

- © Obscure 2021