A dragon is a force of nature, diving through elemental time,

a dragon lives in silent hours, living in tapestries of rhyme,

a dragon sings eternal songs, a dragon reads the words of right,

a dragon fights to right all wrongs, and to hold back eternal night,

a dragon lives to fight for beauty, soaring free into the sky,

a dragon feels the call of duty, even when they know they will die.

A dragon burns the soul with anguish, a dragon fills the heart with light,

a dragon heals all those that languish, and shows the blind true sight.

These dragons are not found, though their words ring free,

from sky to ground, from forest to tree,

They are the dancers, the walkers of stars,

those who make answers to end all my wars,

The dragons live forever nearby,

searching to give, the power to fly

On wings of strident poetry, walking on winds of strife

and diving through that tapestry, that man calls life.