Dragons
DRAGON POEM
The terrifying talons dig into the ground ready to pounce. His wings spread out ready to take off in the adventurous skies of Cornwall. His teeth are thorns in a bramble ready to price its prey. His jaws are as sharp as cut class ready to chop on anyone he sees.
His curved claws as long as two basilisks.
Warm skin sheltering from the bitter cold on a winter’s day. His scales were stars in the night sky.
Its weak spine frozen in place by its gloomy shadow. Eyes as fiery as the sun on a blazing hot day. A tongue like a slithering snake.
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