The Dragon Pride

The dragon Pride hoards

Golden vanities beneath her belly.

And lies sleeping atop the treasure of others.

Her scales are tough, like steel armor,

Shut up so close, air chokes

In its gaps.

And beneath all that is a pale body,

In which resides the endless hunger,

Ravaged and snarling and growling.

Her lungs are bellows of rage,

Her claws are spears of Avarice,

Her teeth,

Glimmering, Glittering, shining like sunlight on the sea,

Shred quickly armor and flesh.

She awakens, her limbs

Creak, she steps with care, but still,

Her bloated feet shatter jewels and jems,

Bend crowns, and smash cups.

Her treasure is a false one.

But she knows not, cares not.

The dragon Pride is blind.