A short poem I wrote for my creative writing club.
dawn approaches
over the canyon.
the wind picks up,
and the wooden windmills
creak to life
before It appears -
slicing through the gray clouds
with Its black claws.
fire blazes beneath Its white scales,
which glitter in the rising sun.
Its red curved horns emit a blinding glare,
washing the canyon
in golden light.
eyes glow an icy blue, unblinking
and meet the eyes of a lone traveler
taking in the sunrise.
It continues onward,
floating through the air,
Its body curving, undulating -
swimming through the sky silently,
leaving the traveler
with a warm memory.