In the deepest, darkest murky cave, where slithering snakes scatter, and mystic creatures dwell, a ray of light illuminates the fearsome dragon, as he waits poised in his lair, ready for his next prey.

His caustic teeth, piercing through his blood curdling breath, like a stake through your heart.

With huge veiny bridged wings, guarding over his motionless body, like a crocodile waiting to pounce from the flowing water.

His humongous, hungry tongue, resting impatiently in his pungent, stench filled mouth, waiting for his next taste of bitter blood.

Claws silently, scooping up the stillness of the damp air.

Boney talons clenched tightly, like evil witches hands, ready to cast a wicked spell.

Ruby red scales adorn his rough, bubbly skin, running like magma over the bumpy ground.

Darting eyes, spinning like planets in the universe.

His cactus-like spine, protruding through his tense skin.

Jaws as strong as steel, holding back the raging ball of fire, rumbling in his stuttering stomach.

The dragon plays the waiting game, but will he ever catch his prey?