Dragon Poem

The dragon’s eyes glistened

in the red sunset as he scuttled

to the edge of the

grassy cliff,

His spikes as sharp as knives

scattered down his neck and onto

his back.

Soaring through the air,

His wings guide him,

weaving past rocks and islands.

He stands with confidence

and ease with his

emerald spikes held high.

He is the protector of his

village from murderous enemies,

He is the champion of dragons.