Slaying the Dragon,
beneath my silver-tipped sword
shining with encrusted jewels
bright and bold
filled with the enormous certainty
of Faith. Love, and Hope.
I stand back and watch
the beast beneath bleed
out all of the Ugly.
The Depression in mood, the negativity, the chip off
my left-hand shoulder
it is all released in one fell swoop.
the urgency of his attack at first depletes me.
But then I realize there is strength
beneath all sorrow.
My heart hinders me-
if it contains me, and all my soul,
if there is peace and love there
there is little room left for anger and regrets.
I take my blade and wipe it clean.
What has driven all my blues away?
Is it a slight victory over lingering insanity?
Or is it a beautiful tainted conquest
of a dream?