Skyscape, with Dragon

[floweryhedgehog]

Every time the dragons came we fought them. And every time, they came back stronger. Now the sun glares red through an ashen sky, and each breath chokes me with the smoke of their burnings, the destroyed homes, the lost farms, the remnants of the dead. And my sword is grown too heavy, and my arms are grown too weak. So I watch it at a distance, flying lazy loops through the ruined sky, and I know it is vast, but from here it is like a sparrow. And I reach for my heavy sword. And I lift it up.