In the silent whisper of the ancient night,
Dragons weave through stars, a celestial flight,
Their wings spread wide, a tapestry of might,
Guarding secrets of ages with a fiery light.

Emerald scales shimmer in the moon’s embrace,
Eyes like molten gold, a gaze full of grace,
In caverns deep, where shadows interlace,
They slumber, dream, in a sacred, hidden place.

The mountains echo with their thunderous roar,
As they awaken, yearning to explore,
A world of wonders, mysteries galore,
Bound by neither land nor ocean’s shore.

Oh, dragons, keepers of lore and might,
Through endless time, in day and night,
Your legends burn, ever so bright,
Guiding us through darkness, with your ancient light.