Snarling and sneering,

the daunting beast awakens from its grand sleep.

With its obsidian eyes, like the entrance to its cold blooded soul, it glares into the void from its ancient lair.

Its wall of protection like wings rise as his nostrils smoke up all nature goes into hiding.

His serrated pincers appear as he prepares to scour for its next feast.

Sprouting from his head, are his crooked, demonic scimitar-like horns.

In his ominous cave he rages and roars revealing the devilish fangs bloody from its last victim.

A protruding tail thrashes the boulder before him to assert dominance, leaving nothing behind but rubble and scarse