Advancing to the sea before the long night
old dragons breath ancient fire
their black skin blends with twilight silhouette
an ancient sea relieves hurt hot wings
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They would love to fly, to raise! The sky is so far…
once lords they now wait red moonlight
a silent incantation of hope to break the spell
confining them to legends and myths
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Drums of war are their hearts, lava for the last fight.
The worst wound a shame that burns:
be caged in rocks whom before were a proud kin
precisely them, a race of kings!
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The caste of the Stone Circle of Dragons awaits
advancing before the long night…
to a promised redemption made of red moonlight
silently, slowly… into the old sea
Qhapaq 