White Claws Plight

(A short poem by BronzeRattle)
There was a deep dark figure of the night
Whose scales were borne of pearlescent dawn
There was no mistaking her when you saw it
She was the White Claws legend of fright
No home, no tribe, and no dragon to care for
She sulks and stalks our tundra heights
She strikes with elegance; She strikes with ease
Until all that is left is the livid breeze
A silent blazing star in the sky
A dagger quick and gone from the eye
Never run into her, never engage her
Or White Claws will ensure you never saw her
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