In twilightâs gentle embrace, they soar,
Dragons of ancient lore,
Wings spread wide, shadows cast on the forest floor,
Silent whispers of myths once more.
Flames that flicker like stars in the night,
Scales glistening with ethereal light,
Guardians of secrets, keepers of might,
In their presence, the world feels right.
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
They carve their paths across the sky,
Echoes of roars, a lullaby,
To the dreamers who dare to fly.
In the realm where legends are spun,
Dragons dance till the morning sun,
A timeless saga, never undone,
In the hearts of all, they become one.