King of the Skies

In the heights of the mountains, where the winds run free, Where shadows stretch long, and darkness begins to see, Rises a creature, ancient and wise, With eyes that sparkle like stars in the skies. Oh dragon, king of the skies, so proud, Your breath is fire, your heart a golden shroud. With wings that thunder, you traverse the night, A living fairy tale, of ancient might. In caverns of gemstones, deep in the earth, You guard the treasures of immeasurable worth. Your scales, they gleam in the moonlight clear, A jewel in the darkness, majestic and rare. Oh dragon, king of the skies, so proud, Your breath is fire, your heart a golden shroud. With wings that thunder, you traverse the night, A living fairy tale, of ancient might. From the vastness of the sky to the deepest vale, The legend follows you, an eternal trail. The people sing of glory and might, Of battles and victories, in endless fight. But deep in your heart, there beats a song, Of peace and freedom, that lasts lifelong. A guardian of wisdom, a watcher of time, Your flame illuminates the eternal rhyme. Oh dragon, king of the skies, so proud, Your breath is fire, your heart a golden shroud. With wings that thunder, you traverse the night, A living fairy tale, of ancient might. In the vastness of the sky, you drift away, A whisper of myth, a mighty array. Yet always, when stars gleam bright in the night, Your whisper reminds us of your majestic might.