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
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
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!
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