Drákon

Emerald eyes

A gloss strewn across them

Souls, they see through

Transparent as glass

 

Teeth

Talons

Larger than men

Sharper than the sharpest blades

Jagged, yet sharp to a point

Ripping, tearing

Fear and intimidation

 

Large horns

Adorned by the same sheen

A dragons pride

To a sharp point they came

Stood tall they did

Small to one, yet large to us

Scratches, wait no

Scars

Everywhere

But battle scars they were

Not burdens

But trophies

 

Leathery wings

Larger than he himself

The very things that give him an identity

An eternal lifetime of opportunities

Soaring high and low

To battle

 

A victor

But who?

Scales colliding

A flash of green and black

Thunderous bellows

Screeches, cries of defeat

Crimson tears overtaking the land

One falls, the other rises

 

Drάkon

His large, scaled arm lay across the dead

Emerald eyes glowing in victory

A hot, maroon colored tongue

Sliding across his fangs

A triumphant growl leaving his throat

Bowing, submitting

The other dragons, heads hung low

No more challengers

A new king has been crowned

 

Flames

Thousands of degrees hotter than the sun

Flowing freely from his mouth

A large puff of smoke

Engulfing everything

Dark as his scales

Scales darker than night itself

His head turns

Eyes cast below him

Set aflame was the past king

The tyrant

 

Green scales

Turned to ash

Dust

All evidence of the once high,

Mighty, cruel

Now dead, king

Gone, forever

Remaining were only his tears

Crimson stained grass

Pulverized under Drάkons weight

 

His prize?

Respect, authority, relations 

Yes

But what he truly desires?

The kings cave

The treasure

 

Satisfaction

Flowing freely through his body

An endless river of pleasure

And gold coins

Gems, the shiniest of rubies

All for him to admire

To keep

Adoration

 

Into his cave he went

Smirking to himself

His patience

His power

It all paid off

Now he was free to do as he wished

And so he did

 

He sauntered inwards

The cave echoing

Large, loud thuds

Yet swift as could be

Eyes glowing bright

Finally, He saw it

His treasure 

 

To it he went

Gold coins dispersed as he approached

A spot he found, then a large sigh of relief

He curled around his possesions

Patience, triumph

Now a great king has risen

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