The heat dragon

The dragon stops,

And stays as still as dried concreate.

Its eyes are demon red,

Like blood dripping down your face,

Scaring your baby brother out of his bed at night.

Skin bubbling,

Like hot bubble wrap,

Burning anything under it.

Jaws opening,

So wide you wouldn’t think it had any,

Like hagfish eating its dinner.

Thick teeth,

As sharp as knifes,

Ready to puncher anything in its way.

Tangy tongue,

As rough as sandpaper,

Rough enough to sand a wall.

Slithery scales,

Spiky as a hedgehogs back,

Perfect for a kabab stick.