Nymira

She came from whence the demons flew,

Her destination no one knew.

Her wings beating ebony,

Soaring ever gracefully.

A shadow cascading over night,

Not a single beast dared disturb her flight.

With wings of leather and skin of scales,

Larger than those from fairy tales.

Her voice booming louder than winds,

The ashen sky her only friend.

Destroying cities with a single breath,

Her black shadow meaning only death.

Eyes of gold and teeth of red,

On slender legs away she fled.

From her head the great horns grow,

And underneath her secrets flow.

Her merciless mind one can scarce imagine,

For never can you trust a dragon.