The Dragon

Upon the wings of the wind

The great beast flies

As the sun sparkles brightly

Upon its silvery scales

Living embers of amber flames

Make its burning eyes

From its nostrils smoke pours

In whispy white clouds

And pillars of ash and fire

Fly from its lips

Glistening menacingly in its jaws

Are long, mighty fangs

Proudly arched is its neck,

And jagged spikes meander downIts broad, strong back

Passed the elegant wings, to its tail

The earth shakes

Beneath its talons

And its call shatters the silence

As it flies once more