The Dragon
The dragon’s eyes of fire,
Always staring at you.
It’s skin is very scaly
As rough as a rock.
It’s teeth are dangerous
Like rows of pointy daggers.
It’s rough and torn wings
Are as ragged as old fabric.
It’s breath is raw
Puffing out smoke.
The pointy tail of poison
Ready to kill.
The claws are deadly
Ready to break your back.
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