Storm of Dragons

When midnight wrapped the silent land
And shadows ruled the sky,
A roar arose from mountain peaks
That made the eagles fly.

The ancient dragon woke at last
From caves of burning flame,
Its wings were wide as thunder clouds,
The stars all knew its name.

Its scales were dark as stormy night,
Its eyes like molten gold,
Its breath a river made of fire,
More fierce than tales of old.

The forests shook, the rivers roared,
The mountains cracked with fear,
For every living soul could feel
The dragon drawing near.

But in the valley stood a knight
With courage in his soul,
A sword of silver in his hand,
And honor as his goal.

Behind him marched a thousand more
With shields of iron bright,
While ancient mages raised their staffs
To join the coming fight.

The sky exploded into flames
When dragon wings took flight,
The battlefield became a storm
Of magic, steel, and might.

The dragon roared, a blazing storm
Of fire across the plain,
The warriors stood though fear was strong
And charged through smoke and pain.

The mages cast their ancient spells,
Bright lightning filled the air,
While thunder rolled across the sky
Like drums of wild despair.

The knight ran forward through the flames,
His armor burned with light,
For legends rise in darkest times
When heroes choose to fight.

He climbed the cliffs where shadows lay,
The dragon soared above,
Yet fearless hearts will always rise
With courage born of love.

The dragon struck with claws of steel,
The earth began to break,
But still the knight leaped toward the beast
For every life’s own sake.

His sword flashed bright like falling stars,
A streak of silver fire,
It pierced the dragon’s armored heart
With unstoppable desire.

The beast released a final roar
That shook the darkened sky,
Then slowly fell like dying storm
As silent winds passed by.

The dawn arrived with golden light,
The war was finally done,
And peace returned to valley fields
Beneath the rising sun.

The knight stood still with weary breath,
Yet proud of what was won,
For courage writes the greatest tales
When battles must be done.

And bards still sing in distant lands
When nights grow dark and long,
Of dragon fire and warrior hearts
That proved the brave are strong.