So you kill the dragon.
The people stop clapping and go home.
Ok, now what?
Should you call a cab?
Uh, who’s cleaning the mess?
Are you a hero or a murderer?
Who’s gonna take care of the dragon’s house?
Ugh, shoes full of blood
They won’t let you ride the subway.
You won the battle.
Throw your passport to the garbage.
For the dragon now lives in you.
And you are not the same.