From an icy lair ,
Eyes come piercing into your soul
like a demon bringing you to your death

Movement is detected
Shadows race along the darkened room
A slither of purple appears like a snake

Claws as sharp as death’s knives
Tail thrashing like a whip

Her wings raising above her head
Lifting her off the ground

Snow fell on her face
Wind blowing
fierce teeth My dragon poem

From an icy lair ,
Eyes come piercing into your soul
like a demon bringing you to your death

Movement is detected
Shadows race along the darkened room
A slither of purple appears like a snake

Claws as sharp as death’s knives
Tail thrashing like a whip

Her wings raising above her head
Lifting her off the ground

Snow fell on her face
Wind blowing
fierce teeth gnashing

In her tail a shimmer of blue
An egg
Guilt fills the air.
Evie TJS
gnashing

In her tail a shimmer of blue
An egg
Guilt fills the air.
Evie TJS