The Dragons Poem.
Dark and evil eyes as black as the night.
It’s skin rough and bumpy like an old road.
White gripping jaws with blood dripping teeth from the raw meat it eats.
A red shooting tongue exploding from the flames it breathes.
Flying through the air with scaled covered wings.
The dragon’s spine connected to a pointy, lasered tail.
The dragon’s claws catch its prey and its talons as sharp as a knife.
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