Creature of Fire
Through the mist in a slimy moat
A fierce creation arises
It is encased in thick scales
Jewels and gold are his prizes
With eyes of dead darkness
He breaths, huffs and crouches
His next move is a secret
Silence is broken as he slithers and slouches
A maiden cautiously passes
His musty, gloomy cave
She does not see his presence
But hot fear rises in her like a wave
Lanterns sparkle deep in the night
She runs as she seeks cover
The village must now prepare
As the creature of fire will take flight and hover
Copyright © Ingrid Marroquin | Year Posted 2008
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