The dragon’s large, blood-red eyes stare unblinkingly into the darkness,

patiently waiting for it’s prey.

Green, swamp coloured skin glistens in the moonlight,

a stone still statue gazing at the sky.

Narrow, long bloodstained jaws,

dripping with blood of those men that came before.

Rows of razor sharp teeth as long as legs,

Brave warriors tremble at the thought.

Thick black scales armour his heart,

protecting the tragedy of death.

It’s spiky spine stretches as far as its tail,

which is wrapped  around a weeping willow tree.

Eagle like wings tucked tightly in,

ready to pounce on it’s prey.

It’s curved talons as deadly as poison,

The hero’s death awaits here.