The Fierce Dragon
The Fierce Dragon
The fierce dragon swoops
across the sharp treacherous
death rocks.
His marble scales bleed
into his poisonous black
blood like evil being sucked
into you.
His devil wings beat, slowly
filling the little light that
still glows inside of him.
Suddenly he pauses Stares
into nothing but darkness,
his night sky eyes glare at
what might be his last sight.
His bleed tears of grief
as weak wings topple
over taking everything
else with him.
The fierce dragon
is dead.
You have created some powerful imagery Holly. I especially like the picture of his marble scales. Well done!
hi holly, you poem was very desriptive i realy like the line “His devil wings beat, slowly
filling the little light that
still glows inside of him.”
Dear Holly,
This is really terrific – I love how you tell a story – it’s very powerful.
My favourite phrase is – Bleeds tears of grief!
Well done!
Mrs. H
The ending is kind of sad
You have done a great job Holly keep up the good work.
Wow u have done an amazing poem
Hi Holly, I really enjoyed reading your poem. Great descriptions. I also liked how you separated ‘is dead’ at the end of the last verse.
that is great poem holly!
really powerful imaginary, well done 😀
Well, Holly, that dragon CERTAINLY sounds fierce, and SCARY!