Fiercely posing under the twilight stars,
Lurking in the darkest shadows,
Soaking up the suns embers,
Dragons come in every way.

They have eyes that shine green with envy,
Two black slits for pupils,
Horns that curve like crescent moons,
With piercing ends to pierce its prey.

They have thorn like claws,
To dig into ones heart,
Teeth that are stacked in sharp jagged rows,
With a foul stench coming of them.

They have a leather like skin- black as can be,
Smooth and tough and very rough,
Breath that fires the land all around,
A flaming arrow that burns in the sky.

Every dragon is its own with its own ways,
It may fly in the night or sleep in the breeze,
Or eat until death or play with their tails,
Or fight till the end or flame the earth.