You stare into the dragon’s eyes,
beginning to feel hypnotised.

You fear it’s petrifying, pointy teeth,
waiting to eat you with his salty chips.

You can image it’s colossal claws,
tearing apart it’s prey.

You can feel it’s warm breath,
making the hairs on your neck stand up straight.

You hear the dragons thunderous roar,
shaking the earth as the moon awakes.

I am a mythical dragon,
reading my blog as we speak.