The Dragon

A shattering scram ripped through the valley

As the dragon cried out into the night

And the rain began to fall.

His eyes gleamed angrily in the moonlight

And he flexed his great, hulking claws.

His scales shone bright as fire

As he opened his wings,

Flinging rain into the air.

He tensed his powerful muscles

And leapt into the night.

The chilling twang of bowstrings

Echoed into the rain,

But the dragon was long gone.