The Hoarder
I peel the gems and gobble the meat inside. Of my riches the jewels sustain me. Except for the rubies, I stay away from them. So like human blood in appearance the fruit inside is bitter to my tongue.
My glorious wings hang limp from shattered shoulder blades, but my blood still yearns to fly to the wild song of the wind.
Eons I've been trapped here in my cavern, eating the treasure I stayed to guard rather than evacuate. Ages pass and the screams of my brethren strike at my heart. Until, finally I am the last dragon.
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