The Evil Fantastic

Black sleek

silver flashes

Lightning in the night

Shiver-shining across scales

of the Black Beast

Claws of yellow bone

hard and scarred

Knuckles

powerful hinges

Fingers

scaled and slender

Tendons of wire

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Face filled with hellfire

washed with blood

and flamed flesh

Eyes yellow

hot

Black slit

Tongue

forked and fang flanked

Evil intent on its solitary mind

Deep within its burning brain

In it’s ribs seeth and stoke

the demons

Big bat cloak for its cloak

and for its flight

It’s tail for the fight

The Evil Fantastic.

Dragon Slayer

There in the Black Dragon hunting ground.

The cave seems deeper than nightmares.

A choking roar comes forth.

Cold sweat trickles as he approaches.

At the mouth of the cave

he lights the torch.

The stalegmites and stalegtites

look like great teeth.

The flame of the torch licks

the roof of the cave.

Clouds of steam float by.

Swirling as if alive.

The cave widens.

There is the dragon asleep.

It looks helpless, innocent.

One eye opens.

A cat eye, greater in malice.

The warrior draws his sword.

Took too long.