Peering out of its putrid lair, the dragon stares with eyes like two deep tunnels to hell.

Glancing at its pungent, fetid cave for one last time, the metallic dragon soared off into the lustrous night sky.

The roaring beast’s protruding antennae detects all sudden movement, the Menace of Wales can’t be stopped.

With pincers scraping like a knife across a plate, the demonic monster opens his blood-filled jaws, revealing a staircase of serrated Simitars.

The barbed brute overwhelms helms the forest with a glimmer of fiery breath and continues to ruthlessly glide to the almighty castle.

Satanic horns sprout from the dragons head like a Samuri’s blood-coated blade.

Knife-like claws pierce through flesh like a dagger through an apple. 

The dragon has landed, time for dinner.

The dragon roars, leaving behind a now molten forest, In the castle he goes…