The Dragon

The Dragons wings are like feathers

Feathers of stone so it can glide

Through the cold cool air.

His beady eyes 

Could track down any enemy

Or could track down its next nice hot feast.

Its talons like sharp knives

Strong enough to hold on a vertical wall of soap.

The scaley skin comes together like puzzle pieces.

His skin tough like leather, not even the 

Strongest arrows could get through his skin.

He leaves behind the fear of the enemy.

Till there next encounter.