soaring, searing, flash of light,
the myth and legend in sky's flight.
staring down with morning eyes,
on the remains where their home lies.
wishing to return once more,
to what was once their treasure store,
of life and love,
and memories,
of the sadness they have bore.
can you see it through their eyes?
what we've took that now there lies,
out of their reach under our rodes,
the dragon's lands of the ancient oldes.
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