Secretive Dragons

A flash of white enamel

The breeze from it`s swishing tail

Red hot fire from it`s belly

Glimpses of black or green scale

The power of it`s being

You can`t underestimate

It sits on it`s haul of gold

All that it can accumulate

And when you least expect it

The creature can sniff you out

From within it`s deep dark lair

For it can sense you throughout

Whether you believe in them

I am sure that they won`t mind

There will always be Dragons

You just need to seek and find

I have a love of all types of Dragons and have sketched them many times.

I think that they are wonderful, mystical creatures.

© Lissie Bull 2013