The Dragons Breath

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The dragons breath

This is cold and sharp 

Frosty white from nostrils small


Streaking out towards my side

As I hide behind my sword

Ready to strike blindly

At it swerving head


I bring my shield up

Ready to hide mine eyes

From crystalline white stuff

Spurting out at me


My sword finally comes down

Driven by its own momentum

As I attack, Strike, Parry, Thrust


As whiteness tries to engulf me

I weave and dodge the fiendish nemesis


Then the dragon its wings stretched forth

Lumbers away from me readying for flight


I cringe back against the trees

Trying to hold on while,

Great wings beat down causing me great pain


Then upon a single wing beat

It emerges from a nearby cloud

White spitting from each nostril


While red heat streams

Secondly from its breath

Driving to attack my unarmoured side, when I....


"That's it young man,

Now take the headset off

The machine's only a toy

A toy for young kids

Now hop it !" he says


Pointing the direction I should leave    

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