Dragon Sonnet #1

The Dragon's breath was hot with burning air.
It flew across the vale, bright scales of red,
The workers in the field took flight instead
Of thought of fight the Dragon's burning glare.

The leaves fell off the golden aspens fair
When through the air brown dragons swiftly sped.
The peasants at the guarded feast were fed
And failed to witness sight of its fierce head.

The third of three ferocious dragons there
Appeared and caused a panic, pure white dread.
Its fetid breath across the land was spread
And none did dare to face the deadly flare.

The Three did flee to see aquamarine,
The Harold of the Heaven Dragon Green.