The mountain wyvern breaths,

Echoing through the caves,

Like an almighty pulse.

She opens her enormous eyelid,

Her thoughts like an uncertain lie.

Slowly,

She crawls out of her hole,

Scales glittering like tree sap.

But then,

Out of nowhere,

A sound of elegance,

Like a message she had to follow.

She climbs through squirrel nests and river banks,

As stealthily as possible.

Her teeth are bared,

Her club is tensed,

As she sees a small green dragon.

It is drawn to her club as neon as a glow stick,

While her eyes widen like a line across the sun.

Then SNAP!!!

A squeal,

Then up in the air,

To her wyvern lair.