My attempt to make a skeleton

"In a desolate area with a full moon... separated from all civilization where what was of a mythical creature abounds now as a spirit incarnated in its remains and with its teeth still sharp as they used to be in life, those empty basins where a reddish glow illuminates that emptiness a bit, the skeleton's wings almost deteriorate and with a large sharp horn... hoping to tear to pieces and stab with the sharp horn an unwanted one who dares to enter its misty, mountainous and lonely where all hope is in vain if this spirit is aggressive"