The bellowing bull, or the roaring dragon.
Neither have scared me as much as you.
You whisper in their ears, snake eyes shining. They listen.

I am not…virtuous. Not heroic, nor brave.
I do not have a silver sword with which to fell the beast,
I do not have chainmail, or a strengthened shield.
The most I can do is hope
that your greed will make you careless enough
to fall on your own sword, instead.

The most I can do is pray:
on my knees, before god and her witnesses.
That I'll survive long enough to see it happen.