There she sits
There she sits, alone on that rock which is her humble throne. Her scales, although black, gleam and reflect the dying light of the sunset. Her eyes gently shut, hiding what need not be hidden. Her wings, neatly closed, allow the sea breeze to pass by her with no challenge. Her slender legs pulled gently towards her chest, minimising her space but allowing her majesty to remain. Her arms cuddle her legs, gently protecting her beautiful figure. Her elegant neck holds her head just higher than her knees. Her horns, smooth and gleaming white, may as well be as beautiful as gold. The sun, just lowering under the horizon, illuminates the sky a beautiful orange and calls for her. The sea, slowly ebbing and flowing, breaks on the fine sand of the beach her pedestal sits upon. The beach, a seemingly limitless expanse of gentle sand, surrounds the rock which is her humble throne. I must cross that gentle scene to meet her; but as of now, my feet remain stuck over here, in this gentle sand. There she sits, alone on that rock which is her humble throne.
(This is the first thing I've posted here, and I have huge problems with grammar so any and all tips are welcome. This is my sona, Riok, dreaming of the dragoness of his dreams called Ayama; hopefully this captures his feelings well. All comments welcome. Riok and Ayama are coppyrighted to me.)