In a world where shadows loom large,
Titans of the past walk with grace,
Beneath the ancient canopy,
They leave their timeless trace.

The ground trembles with their might,
As they wander through primeval night,
In realms untouched by humankind,
Their roars echo, fierce and bright.

With scales of armor, tails like whips,
These creatures of old take mighty sips,
From rivers pure and valleys deep,
In lands where ancient secrets sleep.

Yet, time has turned their bones to stone,
And now their tales are gently blown,
Across the sands of time’s vast sea,
Whispers of what once used to be.