In This Moment

In this moment I have forgotten everything that makes me more then lance, sinew, bone and muscle.

I am my training.

I am the stinking sulphur-breath of a two thousand stone flying lizard.

I am the open black lipped rotten tooth maw.

I am the slick mist and wet stone.

The chill in the wind.

The dying day.

The rising grey tide of night.

I am more then the searing pain of fiery death.

I am more.

A warrior.

A life forfeit.

A moment in time, a snippet of lust, a lunge, a rasping breath, a broken body, a dying ember.

I am the ideal, a fleeting glory, a forgotten myth.

I am champion.

In this moment I serve only as savior.


( ART: “Against all odds – oil on canvas – 20×24 by: By Brit Martin 


Author: Bryan Aiello

I call NYC home and wish the subway went everywhere and Times Square didn't suck. I saw John Turturro once. Maybe it was him. He was wearing a yellow shirt and smiled at me like he knew I knew. I am an Army vet who writes. I like characters who want more then they deserve. I like genre fiction. I love space. I love paladins. One day I might write a paladin in space story. Just you wait. The university of South Florida spit me out with a degree in creative writing and I find myself questioning the sanity of going to a school that advertises a fake beach on its brochure ever since. I intuit grammar. I Got married in 2012 We had twins in 2015. I do a lot of cooking and dog walking and ranting about the unfairness of sentience. You can follow me on Twitter: @bryaiello Wattpad: My Subreddit: My Reddit profile: Like my work? Become a patron at:

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