Beneath the starlit sky, where shadows dance,
The ancient dragons soar with fiery glance.
Their wings, like whispers, brush the clouds above,
In silent grace, they tell the tales of love.
Through valleys deep and mountains high they fly,
Guardians of secrets held in the azure sky.
Their scales, a mosaic of forgotten lore,
Echo the dreams of those who came before.
In moonlit forests, where the old trees stand,
They weave their magic, painting the land.
A symphony of roars, a timeless song,
In every heart, where dragon spirits belong.
When morning breaks and shadows softly fade,
The dragons rest, their legacy conveyed.
In dreams, they linger, fierce and free,
Immortal in realms of myth and mystery.