In a quest for dragons,
A green country mountainside
Gale in my face,
Gravel underneath my feet,
And then, a dragon soaring majestically overhead.
I hear its resplendent screeches and the beating of its wings.
It flies into a cave into which I follow.
The smell of pine is overpowered by the stench of dampness.
The crumbling of the rocks resounding throughout the cavern.
The sweat of anxiety dripping down my face.
And then, I see it.
Glistening scales and exotic claws which I long to touch.
Its long smoldering snout
Underneath its teeth, of coarse.
Smell of fire, along with the pungent odor of sulfer.
"Dare I touch the scales?" I ponder.
And then I see a glorious sight...
Its baby.
by Ryan P.

The feel of its leathery skin
As you grope through the dark. The gleaming of its eyes,
In your flashlight's light.
Sounds of your heart,
Echoing through the cave.
The mist in the air,
Making it hard to breathe as the monster awakens from an icy sleep.
You run from the opening,
the dragon not far behind.
The pounding of its wings,
as it takes off into the night.
Its gigantic body,
Swooping down on the barren earth.
It diving at you,
Plucking you away from the earth.
Throwing you upward into the sky,
Then catching you on its back.
Bringing you on the ride of your dreams.
Rising and plummeting,
Sarting forward then a peaceful hovering.
Bringing you to beleive that it does not want to hurt you,
He wants only to play.
by Rich S.

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