In the shadowed mountains high and steep,Dragons dance where the wild winds sweep.With eyes of fire and scales of night,They soar through dreams, a majestic flight.

Beneath the moon’s silvery embrace,Their roars echo with ancient grace.Guardians of secrets untold and old,Their stories whispered, their legends bold.

In caverns deep where the echoes dwell,They slumber softly, like a timeless spell.Their hearts beat with the earth’s own song,A rhythm eternal, deep and strong.

Awake, they rise with dawn’s first light,Wings unfurling in the morning’s sight.In their presence, the world stands still,For dragons embody nature’s will.