so few dragons

so few dragons
to slay these days.
instead of the sword
and the armor
glistening upon your
chest, or
the white steed
galloping off
carrying you
to some crusade or
to save a true love
in danger, your
hand instead
grips the strap
of a subway
car, the other holding
a briefcase
while you lean and
sway between
the light and
dark tunnels of
your day, not unlike
the days before it.