In the realm where shadows dance and whispering winds sigh,
Beneath the silver moon, dragons take to the sky.
Wings of fire and scales of night, they soar beyond the stars,
Guardians of ancient secrets, keepers of cosmic scars.

Through the ages, their roars have echoed in the canyons wide,
Majestic beasts of legend, in whom the old gods confide.
Their eyes, like molten amber, see through the veil of time,
Weaving dreams and destinies, in patterns so sublime.

On crystal peaks, they rest, where the heavens meet the earth,
Breathing life into the world, with each fiery, powerful birth.
Their hearts beat with the rhythm of the universe’s song,
In their presence, even the bravest feel a sense of awe prolonged.

Oh, to witness their flight, a sight both fierce and grand,
To feel the magic in the air, and grasp the dragon’s hand.
For dragons are the soul of myths, the spirit of the wild,
Eternal, untamed, and ever free, like nature’s own wild child.