In ancient skies where shadows soar,
The dragons’ wings in silence roar,
With flames that dance in twilight’s glow,
They guard the realms that few dare know.

Their scales, like armor, gleam and shine,
In moonlit nights, they intertwine,
Through misty clouds and starlit sea,
They whisper tales of mystery.

In caves where echoes softly sing,
The dragons dream of endless spring,
With eyes like embers, fierce and bright,
They watch the world in endless flight.

Yet gentle hearts beneath their might,
Protect the lands from endless night,
In realms of magic, wild and free,
The dragons’ song will always be.