A Prideful Thing

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The creature walked silently

His head held high

His tail lashed mightily

He had no fear he would die

But then he felt the glass shatter

The cold consumed him

What he did try, did not matter

His eyes blinked, all was dim

He surfaced, choking

His talons swiped at nothing

He cried out hoping

But no one had heard anything

He was burning

His head rolled as he jumped

The waters were around him, churning

He felt limbs bumped

Glass crackled and clawing drew him down

He bellowed as his fire faded

He was sure to drown

His hour was now dated

And surely they found him later

His eyes rolled and white

His hide much like that of a gattor

Now with ice cracked, in him there was no more light

The pride he knew had turned traitor

The dragon drowned

The water still in his lung

They saw the sight and frowned

His claws merely hung

And he merely floated

The burner chilled

Looking slightly bloated

The burner killed

All for a little pride

They fished him out

But no one cried

All they did was give a slight pout

That dragon they'd fished

His insides frozen and crisp

They'd planned a better vengeance to be dished

To be honest, they were kinda pissed.

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