After the battle…

The dragon was weary after the fight.

Its breathing heavy, laboured and long.

His flaming bubbly red skin creasing over its cold blooded body.

His sharp teeth like razors, had torn into the flesh of others.

His sand paper like tongue, red from the blood of the men that came before him.

He looked around at the lifeless bodies, lying on the floor of his cave.

As he scanned the damp cave, seeing only darkness and dead men. He glided across his dark lair, looking down at the bodies thinking of which one to eat for dinner.

He paused ….

He heard a sound…

coming from outside,

Slowly, quietly he hovered to the entrance,

moving his head into the sunlight,

He let out a volcano of flames and hate to the living world.

It was time to eat.