It is a night shrouded in mystery,
a time of shadow,
Wolves bay at the moon,
as the Dragon wakens.
Night shrouds it’s large wings
and his glowing form,
of golden treasures that drapes his stalky frame.
Snow cascades over
rock and boulder
as he breathes his furry upon the landscape bellow,
to show vengeance on those whom
took his brimstone and fire.
He cried red tears that streamed down
His scaly cheeks.
Now a night of shared vitality,
He hungers for vengeance no more.