The dragons poem.
The dragon waits and waits, for its next prey.
Its elongated, craggy-like claws tear anything in its sight.
The dragons scaly, rough tail wraps itself around the glimmering chains as if it’s the dragons next feast.
A pure anger builds up in its chest, bang and another bang.
Its demon, flashy eyes scan around the cave, noone to be seen…
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