My kind are known for our great warriors and I am one.
I’m vigilant and protective.
Always at 3:30am the dragon comes.
My human sleeps, failing to see its silvery scaly manifestation.
It takes on a wispy form, shifting through walls, before it strikes with its razor sharp talons.
Around the house we battle. It upends everything in its path.
Sometimes it goes for the human, and I must stand on them, crying the ancient curse of my people.
Always I am victorious, another battle won, a song to be sung and food to collect.
Wake up human, you’re safe.