Stentor


Shimmering scales, sleek and cold
Black as midnight, the coils unfold

A neck ascends, graceful and steep
Lined with spines, venomous and deep

A sinister head, horned and spiked
Raises from the mass and into the night

Yellow eyes, malicious and fierce
Gleaming in the darkness, ready to pierce

A wisp of smoke that curls and churns
A meager prelude of all the burns

Silken wings, black and immense
Beat the air with great repense

Four taloned limbs touch the floor
The wings stroke harder, harder more

Then it rears up on just two legs
And along the ground a mighty tail drags

Then with a jerk and a sudden twist
Off it leaps into the mist

Darting through the star lit sky
A mere shadow to the naked eye

A single roar echoes with might
Stentor the great hunts tonight


Written by M. Mitchell,
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