In the hushed silence of twilight’s embrace,
A black dragoness stands, a sovereign grace.
Her obsidian scales, a midnight symphony,
Reflecting the cosmos, an ancient mystery.
With eyes like galaxies, she gazes above,
Where clouds dance freely, in celestial love.
Their cottony tendrils, a tapestry high,
A canvas of dreams painted ‘neath azure sky.
She feels the sun’s warmth, a gentle caress,
As golden rays weave through shadows’ regress.
Each beam whispers secrets, a tender plea,
Inviting her spirit to soar and be free.
But tethered to earth, her wings remain bound,
To walk among mortals, her destiny found.
Though yearning to ascend, to kiss the sky,
She stands grounded, beneath the heavens’ eye.
Yet in her heart, she’s a creature of flight,
A dragoness yearning for boundless height.
So she basks in the light, and dreams of the day,
When she’ll spread her wings and soar far away.