Awake from a silent slumber the menecing shadow dragon emerges from its vaporouse lair.

Its curved claws dragging upon the earths rocks like nails on a chalk board.

The shadow dragons scales glisten in the sunlight as it swishes and sways in the morning sky

The wings of the dragon are like massive clouds covering everyone in sight

Its jaws are like a venes fly trap closing in on its pray

The demonic horns burst out of its head like poisonous daggers

As the evening comes by, the dragon retreats to its lair for a peaceful sleep