Nest

Nest.

A poem about a dragon.

To keep a fell creature,

Of red light, dark and bright.

Starry scales, glittering breath,

Scarlet; the claws as fierce as spite.

Hides it's secret, in mountains alone,

Sleek with purple coral and glittering gold.

Nest it warm, silver thread woven,

Webbed with treasure, spilled and stolen.

Feed it gently, milk and honey,

Sweet words and starcast money.

So content is he,

Soft sleeping, folded wings.

But one eye wary, he watches everything.

So thief beware...

Around his dreams are littered rubies, swords and bones.

And you could soon be claimed... As his own.