It’s a crumbling flight of stairs

The path ahead holds no light

The descent is winding and treacherous

And through the darkness, there lays the fight

Brave men slay the dragons

Made strong by the cheers of the crowd

But underfoot they crush the bones

Of the once mighty, the noble, the proud

So there the dragon lies dying

Breathing its last defiant puff of smoke

Did we really kill the monster?

Or did our humanity take that last blow