Breath of a Dragon

The breath of a dragon

Is the kind of thing you do not believe in

Until it is breathing down your neck

In that moment

I was quite sure of what the fire meant

Still I could not turn to face it

I ran

Over, under and almost through

But monsters have a way of catching up to you

And just before I woke from it all

The floor began to fall

The nightmare marched on like unanswered call

Scolding spit and a roar from its pit

I sat again at the start of this

Racing heart and bloody too

I bled from the very thought of you

And thought till there was nothing left

And death

Is the kind of thing you do not believe in

Until it is breathing down your neck