Silent Silver Wings

From the murky skies...filled with a legion of clouds, A brave haze descends upon the bastion of granite. A deafening thud...shakes the fortress, Alarming and instilling fear over the populace. The city of stone...awakened...confronted... The halls...blackened by the absence of torches. Massive gusts...blustered the flames, Dispersed echoes...scattered down the corridors, As the ground quivered from the flap of wings. A pallid moon illuminates doom, An enormous silhouette...breathes a heavily rancid breath. A late night attack from a winged serpent, Intensifies the threat and terror...outlining defeat! The royal armies defeat their battles, But this is a battle that won’t be conquered. The legends of yore...of gigantic beasts has come to pass. And without inflicting harm...the silver serpent, Leapt quietly...back into the night sky from which it came. Leaving behind the horrific yet wonderful memory, Of it’s mythic yet colossal presence...retold from the days of yore. Of the curious eyes...from a stonily beast, That stopped to see what shined...from the sky.