In the twilight’s gentle embrace,
Where shadows dance and stars arise,
The dragons wake from their ancient sleep,
With fire and grace in their eyes.

Majestic wings cut through the air,
A symphony of power and flight,
Their roars echo in the valleys deep,
As they vanish into the night.

Scales that shimmer like molten gold,
With wisdom of centuries untold,
Guardians of secrets and timeless lore,
In their presence, the world unfolds.

In dreams they come, fierce and wise,
A glimpse of legends from days gone by,
The dragons’ song, a haunting tune,
Under the watchful moonlit sky.