Dragon Poem 

The solemn, soul-consuming dragon stood as still as a person infected by Medusa’s curse. 

Its lifeless eyes staring into the distance waiting to feed itself with a predator of the east.  

His velvet wings brighten up the town with a gleam of marron light.   

As it exhales fire people scream in pain and agony as they’re being demolished by its wrath.  

Unique silk, skin gives an ominous feeling to anyone who gets a glimpse of it.  

As he stays on his rock, he lets out an obnoxious roar petrifying any bystander to cross his path.   

The helpless humans not knowing what to do just accept their fate as they try to avoid eye contact.  

They say he is undefeatable but really, he is just evil, inevitable and hard-hearted.  

His horrible head watches you from above as you pray you come out alive.  

He stands, the posture of a Cobra, the eyes of a lizard, the soul of a demon.