The dragon holds

as still as a rock

its beady eyes stare

dark as flint

astrong tail curls

round clear diamonds

its odd scales form together

as it gets ready to stand proud

It opens its rusty old jaws

and a row of acute teeth show

the dragons huge claws dig

into trays of gold and silver

rugged wings spread out

capturing the wind

swaying through the sky

leaving beyond

hot steaming fire

and a shimmer of fear