Harry and Tighue swiftly turned around to discover what had made the sound. Suddenly a baby dragon emurged Swiftly,it sprang back to the ships walls Harry,whose slender frame buzzed with adreline ,rushed ergently over to the dragon.Holding out his hand ,he gently Coa ed the creature .Tighue duked behind him,trying to dissepear into the background Harry gasped as he saw a deep cut in the poor dragon’s leg . It must have been sivilly injured by the visious storm  said Harry because the creature was also Shivering in fear Tighue noticed it was in danger so he sprinted to get one of the ships blankets and medkits as his thoughts filled with fear wondering if the hopeless thing would survive

i would take a piece of the finest satin so i can guide across  the land when i m on a small expedition

i would take a mystic orb ring to sense peoples thoughts

i would take a magicial jar contaning healing dust to heal saviour wombs or injuries

i would take an enchanted rock that turns people into one

i would take a branch from a willow to provide shelter from disasters

i would take a book of knowledge to cast a never ending food and water spell

i would take a torch of magic dust to scare away mighty foe

i would take snow whites venomous apple to silent thee enemy into a deep slumber

i would take a compass that when it turns time travels backwards

i would take a magic spanner that fixes the ship itself

From its dank fetid lair, the intimidating material dragon emerges furiously and outstretches its wings.

The menacing dragon locks on his prey as it claws, congealed with blood, start to uncurl.

Metallic scales coat him like polished armour.

His obsidian eyes are like pieces of a broken mirror.

Jagged horns protrude like glistening gems.

Breath rumbling like an avalanche, the dragon errupts with blazing fire.

Veined wings outstretch catching the wind’s uplift.

The dragon starts to fade and struggle so he scurries back to his lair, entering into a deep slumber leaving the city to breathe again.

You are the poems start

You are the victim of the forgotten promise

You are pluto gazing into the eternal nubulas of space

You are the fear of the devil in the victims last breath

You are the crimson red poppy that lays in the barricaded field of dead

You are the difference between the Antartica and the desert What you are

You are Sunday the last day of our beloved freedom

You are the blue whale fasing the tip of the deadly harpoon as it gets closer and closer

You are the sunshine reflecting of the girls tears

You are the sour taste of the sour taste of the apple on the tip of snow whites tounge

You are the silent but deadly earthquakes of Tonga

You are the sour taste of milk but sweet like honey

You are the end