Dragons, poem by mersadie | dragonsinn.net

Dragons

              They’ve slick sleek muscles,
              And sharp spaded tails.
              They’ve gleaming white fangs,
              And flame that can’t fail.

                                        Nothing escapes them,
                                        When soaring the skies.
                                        Searching for danger,
                                        Seeing all fire eyes.

              Strong Stretched wings,
              Bright glimmering scales.
              Jaws that carry death,
              Wits sharper than nails.

                                        They sharpen their teeth,
                                        And quicken their feet.
                                        Preparing to hunt,
                                        For sport and fresh meat.

              The doom on their wings,
              Their frightening leer.
              Their breath of fire,
              They strive to strike fear.

                                        So trust when I say,
                                        Don’t look for a knife.
                                        You see a dragon,
                                        You run for your life.

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