Stories from on HighA Poem by Hunter HughesAhh a relaxing piece of poetry.The wind pelts my face Storm clouds ride the violent currents Heat boils in me; a part of my race Below me sounds a loud cry My head turns to better hear The sound of prey recognizing death Heavy horns scrape my scaly ear A heavy growl; smoke fills my breath
My wings beat a dreadful song My prey can see me now They know it won’t be long To me they will all fall and bow
They know me from stories heard when lost in their flagon Today is not the day that they expected to meet a Dragon
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StatsAuthorHunter HughesMountain Home, ARAboutI am a college student studying creative writing. My goal is to write novels for the rest of my life. It is my greatest passion. I am currently in the process of moving so I will be insanely busy thes.. more..Writing
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