The Dragon Of Dawn

The Dragon Of Dawn
The war-marked, blood-stained dragon stood with pride as the scorching, miraculous sun set off as its rider. Its inked wings were running coarse with the thirst of battle. Its Venus fly trap mouth snapped at the air with slashes from its wings. The dragon’s flame blitzed mouth, spat out lava-like moult. It roared with pieces of flesh coming out.

The malicious, man-eating brute flew across the tranquil, heavenly village, with rows and rows of orchards beneath, as the time precisely struck 11 o’clock. The vindictive behaviour, of the dragon, caused a frenzy of mayhem throughout the normally calm village. The village became a barren wasteland, a home for the dragon, a scrapyard for bodies. Ashes drowned the houses in despair.

By Shuaieb