Light streams in from a crack in the cave wall.
A dancing shadow betrays something's there.
A monster hidden, but yet, aren't we all?
Its exiled form proves that life doesn't care.
It's structure, of an overgrown lizard.
Leather-like wings rests on its shoulder blades.
Thick maroon fur forms on its scaled gizzard.
Its moods like mist, clear in one part, than fades.
Its mourning eyes, now black as pitch, are dry.
Good memories are easily taken.
Consumed with darkness, that soon they die;
So that all that's left is deeply shaken.
The dragon lays in wait for the grand day.
For the world; to accept him, as they may.
I made this in fith grade, so be nice! But please review! Please?