The icy dragon soaring threw the

midnight sky.

It’s freezing cold eyes glares

into your soul.

It’s huge wings are as

fragile as glass.

The claws are a dagger digging

into your crusty skin.

The tongue of the Icy dragon is as cold as

an icicle poking the life out of you.

It’s rough ruby scales glistening

in the moonlight.

It’s teeth is as sharp as your mind,

that’s when the light in you

is getting sucked out of you inside.