A mighty knight enters as
a low growl emits
from a savage sight
asleep in its nestled world
Shielding its treasure
in a vast cavern
it stirs as sounds rudely
disturb its quiet abode
He has awakened
the giant from its slumber
and it lashes out with razor claws
and fiery breaths
Even the flash of his sword
will not defend him nor
tame the hunger of the beast
as it rises before him
In one fell swoop
It corners him with
no escape and the slayer
becomes the slain
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As a Dragon of sorts, my stormy, molten breath approves. There be many treasures to horde in this piece.
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Reblogged this on Alyssa's Blog and commented:
DRAGON!!!!
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