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Dec 2014
The child screams as the beast draws near,
unable to run frozen in fear.
Pinning the boy to the ground with one claw,
then ripping him open he begins to maw.
A girl so fragile yet so brave,
draws the beasts attention with one small wave.
The beast lashes out with fiery breath
The girl cries out with the pain of death
People flee without success,
from the dragons murderous breath.
Soon there is nothing left to ****,
the village lays quiet desolate and still.
The beast waists nothing of his prey
He feeds until the end of day.
The rest he takes back to his weyr,
To feed his hatchlings waiting there.

© Crystal Erickson 1999
I wrote this years ago as a teen. I wanted to take the other side of the happy ending most stories have and try to show the reality of what it would be like if dragons were real back in mid evil times.  We wouldn't stand a chance.  I tried to separate myself from the story and focus more on the raw natures of predator and prey.  We don't see ourselves as prey much because we are top of the food chain, take just one predator animal in existence and give them intelligence and we would not stand a chance.
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