by Fran Davis
Down, down, down, in the depths of the crystal clear ocean, lies the dragon. It has eyes as old and mysterious as space and time. Dark and knowledgeable as the stars in the sky. It’s beautiful scales shimmer through the water as it swims, flashes of green and white reflected through the depths. It swims weightlessly, as if not but a cloud in the sky, hardly moving its fins. As the creature floats by, it does not even disturb the seaweed swaying gently by it. The dragon’s fins are like wax paper, thin and translucent, and gentle to the touch. If not for the lighter shade, they would blend in completely with the foliage scattered across the seafloor. Overall, the beast looks of fragile glass, like one blow to its body would forever shatter the work of art. It’s snout looked almost like a hound’s, but the long delicate whiskers that descended from it’s nose resembled a catfish’s. This magnificent creature does not swim alone for long though. Little fish shimmering with orange start to gather under the big beast’s belly as it swims towards its unknown destination. They feel safe and at peace in it’s protection. In fact, everything is at peace around the dragon. From the barnacles on its scaled belly to stingrays, sharks and whales happily swimming by its side. Though the dragon can go very fast, it paces itself as to not leave the smaller creatures behind. It’s tail suddenly swishes through the water, serving as a toy to play with for the otters splashing around. It seems to grin with amusement as it watches. Even though it is the only one of its kind, the beast never felt lonely. In fact, it feels happier every day watching the ocean grow. The Dragon of the Atlantic Ocean has loved its realm since it’s birth and will love it ‘till it’s dying breath.