James Jarrett - Dragon

It comes within the dark of moon, black wind

whispering 'neath leather wings. Seeking,

searching the scent of life, with eyes that

pierce the deepest gloom, the fog of clouds

with clearest sight.A scream that shatters,

rents and wrenches, ripping gashes in the

cold clear night. Nostrils flaring, lips a'

curling, eyes that glare with hungers fire.

Teeth of ivory, polished, ground; on the bones

of men, finely honed. I lay upon the cold

hard earth, my body white against the dark.

So frail and soft with warm blood churning,

deaths desire, stomachs yearning.The beast it

swirled about my head, circled, swooped,

certain death, talons reaching, grasping, ripping.

I screamed in terror as my world went red.

James Jarrett

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