The Frost Dragon

His eyes are like black octopus tentacles beckoning you close.

His skin is as rough as the frozen ice burg you dread on touching.

His jaws foaming hungry as he stares at you.

His teeth are hungry for more.

His milky white tongue is like a stream of milk wight water.

His skales blue and rough to touch.

His spine is as sharp as a 10 foot sawd.

His wings are as boney and sharp as a bat’s wings.

His claws dig into the ground as he slowly walks towards you.

His tail whacking the trees all around you away.

His horns charging dramatically towards you.

His breath is like ice freezing you in the spot.

By Izzy