14/03/2025
The Dragons Are Waking Up:
In the hush of the dawn, under skies painted red,
When shadows of legends in whispers are spread,
The dragons are waking, from ages of sleep,
Their eyes now aglow from slumber so deep.
The mountains do tremble, the forests do stir,
A flicker of flame, a ruffle of fur.
Their scales are like embers, their wings stretch wide,
The earth feels their power, the winds start to chide.
From caves carved in stone, from nests made of gold,
From tales oft forgotten, their stories retold.
With a roar that can echo through valleys and time,
They rise from the myths, both gentle and prime.
The dragons are waking, in a world grown so cold,
To ignite the hearts of the timid and bold.
Their breath is a furnace, their spirit a spark,
To kindle the courage in souls lost in dark.
Beneath moon’s pale gaze, or the sun’s fierce embrace,
They soar to the heavens, reclaiming their space.
Guardians of wonder, of magic, of lore,
The dragons are waking, and sleeping no more.
So, listen intently, to the rustle, the sigh,
Of dragons emerging, once more to the sky.
For in their awakening, our dreams are reborn,
In fire and flight, a new world to adorn.
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MAGIC IS REAL! 🔥🤌🏾