Fire Wyrm

Wicked, beasts of old, with teeth that sever sinew and bone. paw of razor sharpened claw, to rip, to rend and lift to maw. Beady eyes, smolder glare, calculating, thy hateful stare. flapping wing, fanning ground, your shrieking shatters silent sound. Flaming furnace, bellows deep, burning house, field and keep. Breath unhindered, torching cone, sets alight the melting stone. Leaving dead for folks to mourn, off away on wings it's borne. Greed guardian, keeper of wealth, damn you for unending health. Ancient tyrant, their scales grow pale, but still they murder without fail. Terribly vengeful, legends arise, and adventurers seek assured demise. Should one fall, it's void replace, another meaner and more disgrace. Your blight we curse, but come to term, with you, the hated Fire Wyrm. ///I wrote this poem based off the traditional myth of dragons from an old english stance, I may need to change some words to make it less "modern". my inspiration for this poem was from a childhood book my mother use to read to us, about a monster in a city, wasn't a wyrm or a dragon, but I still remember the line "A terrible thing is coming this way. It's creeping closer day by day. It's Eye's are scary, its tail is hairy. Its paws have claws, it snaps its jaws. It growls, it groans and chews up stones." and while I was trying to explain it to my kids, I chose to write my own poem regarding a monster of sorts///