Claws curving into the cursed land,

like scimitars.

Sharp, jabbing tail looking for prey,

waiting for anything to slay.

Glaring, luminous eyes darting in and out of every cave,

putting any animal to its grave. 

Razor, sharp teeth dripping with blood after its tasty meal,

of delicious seal blubber.

Wild wings , unwrapping a beast of beauty,

still on guard with its duty.

Silky scales, covering the beast with armour,

glittering with dark colours.

Majestic mists whipping round over-head ,

like the winter winds of December.