The Dragon

I ran and I ran into the cold air,

Through the trees and the demon’s lair,

My heart pounded against my chest,

This must be an impossible test!

The sky was a navy blue,

My hands felt like sticky glue,

The darkness seemed to blind me,

All hope was lost, even my glee,

I came across a large tower,

Standing up with much power,

Moss covered the large oak door,

A thousand trees around or more,

The moon cast an eerie glow,

Like light that seemed to strangely flow,

Over the tower, that made a good shade,

I felt the terror like a frightening blade,

Just where was I and why?

Would I be harmed or would I die?

I yanked open the door and went inside,

I could hardly believe my surprised eyes,

When I saw the creatures,

With amazing features,

A narrow, slender body, like a snake,

I knew the risk I was about to take,

Scarlet patches covered the green scales,

Of the two dragon males,

Except the strangely blue head,

What shivered in its massive bed,

Suddenly, one opened a mauve eye,

That was filled with anger and surprise,

It roared and spat orange fire,

Its skin feeling like a car tyre,

Its spiked tail swung at me,

For it, I must’ve been his tea,

How to defend myself? I thought,

Not a weapon, nor anything I caught,

I realised a sword chained on my neck,

The dragon looked an absolute wreck,

I clasped the sword and swung around madly,

The dragon dodged it, I was thinking badly,

All of a sudden, I heard a terrible snap,

As the sword came back to my lap,

On the floor, in a puddle of blood,

I saw a terrible sight dumped in the mud,

A dragon’s head, cut from its gruesome body,

Its eye unblinking on ground so shoddy,

I had killed the demented beast,

That sought to make me into its feast.

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