The dragon poem 

Inside it’s dark damp cave the 

dragon is munching and crunching onto 

a piece of wood.

Eyes staring at your soul like shiny emeralds and 

 Sapphires. Gazing at its prey.

Deadly 

Sharp jagged spiky claws bleeding gripping

to a piece of flesh.

Nostrils 

ferociously breathing fire, like balls shooting from space.

Long scales glittering in the moonlight.

Big long horns, as sharp as knives.

Wings,

Vibrating in the air.