Crimson the dragon

His scales are as Dark as the midnight sky.
His large fowl mouth creates a piercing cry.
He breathes burning hot, smoky fire.
His fire is so hot it melts wire.
His dagger like teeth are so very sharp.
In his cave is a golden harp.
The harp is made of the purist gold.
It was made by the finest king, king Relold.
Thousands of people have tried to retrieve it.
All either died or came back terribly bit.
Crimson guards his cave, day and night.
Only occasionally leaving to catch a bite.
One bright day a young girl awoke.
Having previously suffered a horrible stroke.
She decided to try and get the harp.
So she made a small knife, short and sharp.
She started the journey knife in hand.
On the journey, she got covered in sand.
Attacked by a tiger and bitten by a bear.
Her skin was covered in cuts, and there were twigs in her hair.
She finally got to Crimsons cave.
She knew that it would be hard, she must be brave.
Crimson found her and roared very loud.
Smoke was everywhere just like a cloud.
The girl grabbed the harp and ran for her life.
Clutching the harp and her knife.
She had done it! She got the harp!
And as she ran she watched the dark midnight sky.