Behold my hated-filled dragon,

An aimlessly cruel beast born from the dark.

Its lifeless eyes glare,

Bleeding with judgement and anger,

Its ripped wings ignited with fire,

Expanding with blinding smoke.

An uncared for tail seamed with cold blood,

Coiled around ready to swing.

Within its wide jaws,

Rusty blood circled the air,

Lingering as much as flies in a pungent garden.

Giggles and chuckles crackle in disastrous victory.

Its rough teeth chewed on flavourful bones,

Its mud covered talons eliminated measly critters,

Sucking the remains of the other animals enjoyably.

Its long, moist slimy tongue licked its lips,

Noticing other little creatures in the undergrowth below.

A bumpy spine sat as stiff as a cliff,

Barely moving an inch.

Its bulky footed legs dragged across the cold ground,

Jumping in shock whenever danger approaches into sight.

Its busy arms grasped onto wet bones and poison ivy,

Advancing closer to its open, saliva-spilling mouth.

Its exhausted paws stomped over to its glacial dark cave,

Sounding heavier within every stride.

Its dry, poorly-hearing ears listen quietly for scuttling critters,

Ready to pounce on any mini beasts nearby.