Fiery breath, warms the night
Deep in darkness out of sight
Dreams unfold of daring deeds
Most are only little seeds✨
Wings of velvet softly folded
Scales of green delicately moulded
Fearsome eyes of molten gold
Stories waiting to be told✨
A kind old Dragon waits for thee
Ancient magic you will see
A wish or two, maybe three
He'll grant them all with love and glee✨
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