Dragon

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2003

The Dragon hunts,
Swooping through the trees,
Massive wings making massive strokes,
Tail thrashing restlessly through the air,
The dragon hungers.
There comes a call,
A desperate scream of desperate prey,
Flesh is rended, Bone is torn,
The body ripped asunder by reptilian might.
The dragon feeds.
 

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Zeriam's picture

This poem rocks! definatly one of my faves, keep up the great work ;)

poetvg's picture

nice piece