Dragons, dragons everywhere....

Big red eyes and sharp pointy white teeth the monstrosity grins into the cavern. Little darts of flame spurt between the rows of sharp teeth as its massive snakelike head curls into the pile of gold on the ground. The green scales that gird it’s body only stop to allow for a webbed underside on two great wings as it lays there in the ground. As it curls into the piles of gold two grand horns spear the air like lances as it’s talons dig into the piles of gold as sharp as knives. It snorts another blast of fire then settles down for a long slumber. Is this a dragon?

A billowing flame flows in the sky. Its billowing form floats in the evening air. The figure floats on the air as it liquid body is buffeted here and there in the breezes. Small curls of flame spurt out from the form as it floats in the sky. With a head of a lion, and the body of a snake it shines brightly as it flies. With a large bang this airy monstrosity sinks back into the ground as another round of fireworks light the smoldering heavens. Is this a dragon?

A boy sits looking up at the afternoon sky. His gaze falls upon a swirling small cloud. He squints and makes out a head, a thin body with two stubby legs. The creature is made of the fluffy white stuff that floats against the blue backdrop of the heavens. With tiny talons that pierce the empty air it’s figure curls around like some great crest on the heraldry of the heavens. A creature made of light and air. In a few moments the wind carries it away dismantling it into a row of white puffs as they float merrily through the sky. Is this a dragon?

On the dusty covers of yellowed books read long after their prime lays pictures of dragons. Small dragons, big dragons, scaly dragons, flaming dragons. Dragons at war, dragons at play, dragons at rest, dragons at work. Green dragons with great scales burning the figures of poor knights. Dragons on the ground dancing as it celebrates the coming year. Dragons in the sky, white and puffy, as they fill a young boys imagination. No two are the same, and in these tomes dragons fight dragons. Dragons fight men. Hordes are won, lives are lost. Maids are rescued, maids are eaten. The black ink drips from the books onto their dusty shelves. Dragons in the cupboard.