Underneath mountains of ancient rock,
Behind roaring waterfalls of crystal liquid,
Through skies of majestic vastness...
Flew the dragon.
They, bold and massive, ruled the Land.
They, glowing with the aura of Immortality,
wielded magicks beyond the understanding of any wizard.
One day, they vanished from reality.
No more mountains to claim,
No more waterfalls to lurk behind,
No more skies to master in effortless flight,
No more fiery flame or endless wisdom.
they were forgotten.
Twisted into myth, these creatures of,
Power faded into despair, only in books,
Were they're magnificence seen.
Today, the dragons,
Out of the ashes of humankind,
From the depths of Earth's boiling core,
They are reborn.
will be saved.
Nature will rule again,
sprouting out from between,
the sidewalks of human dwellings.
Looming over high-rise buildings,
Devouring the city into oblivion;
creatures roaming the night,
children are prey,
this is what you asked for,
so do not be afraid.
Magic will return,
and we will thrive in it's riches.
We are the beings that never were.