In ancient lands where shadows dwell,
A dragon’s roar begins to swell.
With wings that cut through moonlit air,
Their fiery breath ignites the night so rare.

Scales glisten with a silvered sheen,
Across the valleys vast and green.
Majestic creatures of lore and might,
Guardians of secrets in the fading light.

Their eyes hold tales of ages past,
Wisdom deep and shadows cast.
A dance of power, grace, and flight,
In realms beyond our mortal sight.

Oh, dragons of the twilight’s gleam,
In dreams you soar, in myths you stream.
Eternal beings of flame and grace,
Forever bound to time and space.