A Little of the Stars

The wind blows, shaking him
'til he wonders if he'll be able to stand.
He wraps his scarf tighter around the collar
of his coat, a mask against the biting air.
The city streets are not any kinder,
pedestrians pushing past him just so
they can get away from the kerfuffle
that blossomed behind them,
flames and smoke and roaring dragons included.
He brandishes a blade, like a sliver
of the very firmaments -
he's done this before.
He knows what he'll be doing,
as he passes through like salmon
up a roaring stream.
The dragons roar louder,
like a display of smoke and mirrors
high-tailing their way to his side
of the street, exponentially increasing
confusion 'til it meets him at his feet.
And all he does is wipe the dust off his shoulders.
Time is irrelevant, as he sends the essence of the stars
into their hearts, a supernova come to life,
letting it all purify the putrid light emitted
by the dragons' flight.
It is never an easy thing to fight back
when the crowd keeps him back,
out of sheer terror and confusion,
and maybe even a little skepticism.
But when the day is done
and the dragons have fallen,
no one utters a word
to the one who fought for them.
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I wasn't expecting to do something so fantastical, but there it is! The word is "Kerfuffle", also sometimes written as "kerfluffle"!

Cheers!