The Dragon
His harsh claws scratch you like pins,scraping against your wrist.
His lurking eyes haunt you like your falling into the abyss.
His crimson tail wags like an enchanted mushroom dancing.
His fiery red wings are like a fairy’s wing being enchanted.
His skin is like an orangey reddish autumn leaf.
His eyes are a golden-honey colour like a gold-leaf.
His death-stare is like when you don’t feed your hungry wife.
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