Dragons are mysterious creatures

Hiding out of sight in dark caves or treacherous mountains

Or perhaps a forest? Maybe even an active volcano

Some make their homes in the sea, or really wherever suits their fancy

They hoard their many treasures

Shiny, golden, prismatic

I wouldn’t recommend stealing from them 

Their claws, spikes, and horns are not to be trifled with

And their fire burns bright and hot like the sun

Decorated in many colors, like the scales on their bodies

Some might even have fur, or feathers

Their wings allow them to soar high in the air

Though some might not even have wings at all, yet fly anyway

Some submit themselves to the earth, prowling where their claws take them

They all have their own purpose, or are searching for it

Like the fire within