Dragon Haiku
by Ingeborg
Frost and frozen mist,
Drink at the boiling cauldron,
Child of fire and ice.
Stench of piled corpses
On the black and rocky beach.
She snorts, sighs, and chews.
Passing the screaming,
Her great claws gouge Nastrond's stone
As she smoothly slides by.
Little ones press close,
Venom-reeking, they curl up
Against mother's belly.
The Tree sways and moans,
Nine worlds vibrate to her jaws,
Her relentless pedicure.