A tribute 2 Crysi...
Leathery wings,
Take me high.
Desperately,
I hold on tight.
Smoke he snorts,
In a puff of cloud.
Fire he breathes,
Surrounds as a shroud.
The people, they run,
Fleeing the beast.
For to avoid,
Becoming a feast.
But onwards I ride,
Further into the night.
Onwards still,
‘Til out of sight.
i think sum of this needs improvin...
any help?...
