In the twilight hours, they rise with a roar,
Great wings unfurled, they soar and explore.
Flames of gold and crimson, lighting the night,
Dragons in flight, a majestic sight.

From ancient caves and mountain peaks,
They come alive as the world sleeps.
Scales that shimmer under moon’s soft glow,
Mystical beings that legends show.

Eyes that hold the wisdom of time,
Hearts with courage, so sublime.
Guardians of secrets, keepers of lore,
In their presence, we feel awe and more.

As dawn approaches, they fade away,
Leaving behind tales of their grand ballet.
A world of wonder in their wake,
Dreams of dragons, our minds they take.