I crossed paths with a dragon today.
Smoke blowing from the holes in her face.
Suffering from the heat of her own exhaust.

Instead of flying above me gracefully, she hobbled before me.
Like her snowy white wings have long since given up on her.  

Once strong, leathery skin now grown soft with weaknesses.
Like a piece of broken armor.

Her eyes still held their draconic glow.
Blue and forceful.
Like waves crashing upon a shore.