The dragon stares,

Eyes glaring and harsh.

It stands still;

As still as a statue.

A never-ending tail

Is wrapped round the treasures it has stolen.

Its fluorescent scales scratch

Against each other

As the beast slithers closer.

Its jaw opens wide,

Revealing teeth as sharp as daggers,

Prepared to bite.

The dragon’s claws cut through the earth,

Like scissors through paper.

Elegant wings unfurl,

Ready to soar in the skies,

As it hovers,

Then disappears up and out of sight.

Leaving behind it,

A trail of ash,

And deep scratches in the ground.