On the mountain top
Stood the mighty Red Dragon
Its wings spreading out
Its fire burning in its stomach,fighting to break out.
Whit a mighty roar the dragon leapt
Its tail was straight, its head was pointed down
As it dived down the mountain side
It folded out its wings
And whit a great twist
It flew, casting long shadows over the creatures below it.
The dragon was the king of the sky
As the fish was the king of the sea.
It was the guardian
And it was the destructor
As its flames burned all it touched
I am pretty happy whit this, but i know i wont win!
Saying "i know i wont win" is like giving up. This is a good piece- you should be proud of it. A small correction though- I think you mean 'with' instead of 'whit'.