There in the Black Dragon hunting ground.
The cave seems deeper than nightmares.
A choking roar comes forth.
Cold sweat trickles as he approaches.
At the mouth of the cave
he lights the torch.
The stalegmites and stalegtites
look like great teeth.
The flame of the torch licks
the roof of the cave.
Clouds of steam float by.
Swirling as if alive.
The cave widens.
There is the dragon asleep.
It looks helpless, innocent.
One eye opens.
A cat eye, greater in malice.
The warrior draws his sword.
Took too long.
Oud-Berchem, Antwerpen, België