It comes within the dark of moon, black wind <br /> <br />whispering 'neath leather wings. Seeking, <br /> <br />searching the scent of life, with eyes that <br /> <br />pierce the deepest gloom, the fog of clouds <br /> <br />with clearest sight.A scream that shatters, <br /> <br />rents and wrenches, ripping gashes in the <br /> <br />cold clear night. Nostrils flaring, lips a' <br /> <br />curling, eyes that glare with hungers fire. <br /> <br />Teeth of ivory, polished, ground; on the bones <br /> <br />of men, finely honed. I lay upon the cold <br /> <br />hard earth, my body white against the dark. <br /> <br />So frail and soft with warm blood churning, <br /> <br />deaths desire, stomachs yearning.The beast it <br /> <br />swirled about my head, circled, swooped, <br /> <br />certain death, talons reaching, grasping, ripping. <br /> <br />I screamed in terror as my world went red.<br /><br />James Jarrett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dragon-8/
