73 – Bourbon

The dragon waits
Crouching in the shadows.
It knows my scent
And how my blood tastes.

He knows I see him
But plays along his part
In this intimate game
Of hide and seek.

His claws are sharp,
So is my sword.
Our scars
Bear witness.

I raise the shot of bourbon
And see his eyes within.
He snarls,
I grin.

The smoky nectar burns my throat,
As it slowly floods the deep well
Of my fear.

The dragon flinches,
As I say a single word out loud.
The game has changed,
I know his name.

I place my sword upon the table,
Pour two shots of amber nectar,
And offer him a seat.