the last beautiful thing i saw is the thing that blinded me

“All in due time, sweetling,” he tells her, and she imagines time a circle, serpentine, swallowing itself whole. They have been here before, she is certain. They will still be here tomorrow. They will be here again. “It will come.”

(Here is how the legends go, if they are to be believed:

In the ground you bury the teeth of a dragon, and watch a warrior grow from its seed.)