An ancient fire
Burning with a mystic sparkle
Hidden in the dark
Away from prying eyes

The last of her kind
Hunted for power
A monster in the eyes of man
Something to be feared

Dreaming of a time
When free to roam the world
To soar the skies
And spread magic over the earth

No longer so free
Forced to hide from the sun
Waiting for the light to fade
And the veil of darkness to settle

The stars shine and mist rises
As she emerges from her place of hiding
Sleek, powerful
Moving with style and grace

She takes to the sky
Spreading her wings
Her old eyes scanning the land
Listening to the wind echo through the clouds

With the break of dawn
She settles back on her mountain
Tired, alone
To crawl back into the darkness

She settles back into her dwelling
Closes her eyes to rest
The last of her kind and the ancients
A dragon of mystical magic

ŠK.R, 2002