The Dark Night

The dragons 

Skin felt like bubble wrap

Failing to pop. 

The mustard yellow teeth

Scratched against each other 

As his mouth clenched. 

His tongue 

Was as scratchy as 

Sandpaper scratching against walls. 

The dragons scales 

Were as bumpy as a rocky road 

In an old town.

The spine

Was like it was dancing up and down 

With sharpe points. 

His leathery wings 

Beated through the village 

In the pitch black.

The girl was frozen in fear

As a silent scream went off 

Everything went dark.

By Maggie