Dressed in a gown of blacks and greens; she was a queen of ravens and dragons.
Her castle shimmered and glistened in the sun. It stood and guarded the entry into her kingdom. She turned and walked along the wall looking down to the sand.
The beach was empty except for a shell or two. The dragon had flown off. But the Queen did not worry; for she knew he would be back to play.
And then a flicker caught the corner of her eye. She frowned and her brow wrinkled for there was the dragon. He was protecting her kingdom from the undead!!
He flamed the drooling bloody march of the dead as they arose from their graves. For now the castle was safe again…