Swooping through the empty night,
Sole survivor,
Fate decider.
Winning even without a fight,
He's the strongest,
Lasts for longest.
Flying away from morning light,
Cave dweller,
No-tale teller.
He hides away until it's not so bright,
Sleepy head,
Stays in bed.
I know him,
From the tip of his tail,
To his very last scale.
He knows me,
From who I am,
To who I used to be.
He prefers the moon,
To the sun,
My big,
Dragon.
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#youngwritershousehold- hope this isn't too late. Fiery, red scales, Cold heart, A billow of smoke, Teeth inches apart. Scorching fire, Crooked teeth, Fierce eyes, Strong bones beneath.
#youngwritershousehold. #nightdwellers. Running, panting, going further east. Reaching, straining, for oxygen, even the least. Dying, trying, to run from your fears.
#youngwritershousehold #nightdwellers. Safe. Thoughtless. Numb. Dull. Slowly. Feeling. Again. Realizing. Looking. Staring. Freezing. Holding. Something. Within. Thinking. Scary. Mindful. Weeping.
#youngwritershousehold #nightdwellers. The watch swings out. It's a quarter to seven. The souls have come. Going straight to heaven. With a squint of an eye. And a flash of a hand.
#nightdwellers N is for nocturnal and all that it brings.
@naaviie. Cold eyes blazing, onyx black,. Golden scales line the back,. Sarcasm drips from the tongue,. Scarlet flames dance in the lung,. Gemstone talon, sharp as knife,.
With a flick of its mane . It lept through the sky . Right over the moon . And the stars so high . It's tail was a rainbow . Of gold and of fire . With a single whinny . It helped me and inspired .
A winged beast is quite the sight to see. But beware, they come in such variety, with many a'winged society...
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