A feted cent hangs in the air.

The shadow of a beast amerges.

Rigid scales as tough as earth.

Wings as elegant as a doves…

But as strong as a swans .

Bloodshot eyes as deep as black holes 

stare down Foreign lands.

Jaws open to a fiery Furnace,

Followed by blood stained teeth knowing it’s pray

As deadly as death it’s still there…

It’s a dragon…