Yearning for placidity, I slumber upon my loot. Yet they still come. I am old and withered, no more interest in pillage. Yet they still come. I flaunt the scorched husk of each Champion, a cautioning for the next. Yet they still come. My demise is inevitable, you impatient fools.
This has been “A Dragon’s Lament” by George Yorns, Story Three in Sleepless Stories Series Two – The Invader Series
George R. Yorns is an aspiring writer and satirist living in New York City. Follow him on Twitter @cerebralsnark.