A small gift for two dragons I hold very dear.
In a valley kissed by twilight’s gleam,
There lay a valley with a single stream,
Where crystals caught the fading light,
A whispered tale took shape that night.
Of two dragons who dared to soar,
Assuming lost, yet longed for more.
Dreki, child of the endless breeze,
Her scales like snow on autumn trees,
Her wings a brush of morning’s hue,
Yet in her heart, a doubt she knew.
“Am I but wind, a fleeting face?
Or deserving of more, a hearts’ embrace?”
And Syrinax, of ice and gleam,
His thoughts like flakes in a silver dream,
His heart a storm, both fierce and wide,
Yet none had dared to stand beside.
“Am I but winter, a frozen part?
Or something more, a beating heart?”
Then fate, with claws both old and wise,
Let winds conspire and paths arise.
A gust, a sigh, the air did twist,
And there, before her, could it be?
A kin, a soul, a sight unseen!
“You are real?” she breathed, her voice a sigh,
“Or but a dream the winds blew by?”
His ice-blue eyes, like stars alight,
“If dreams take form, then you’re my sight.”
Yet fear did linger, cold and deep,
For love’s first step is scary, it’s steep.
“What if I speak, and all is lost?
What if this bond is paid with frost?”
“What if I reach, and you take flight?
What if this dawn becomes the night?”
So silent stood the valley fair,
As both dared not to breathe, to stare.
The wind, it saw their hearts’ despair,
And whispered soft through trembling air;
“Oh, foolish ones, why do you wait?
When love is yours to claim, to create?”
And so, with courage born anew,
They turned to face the sky so blue.
For wind and frost, when joined as one,
Could move the earth, could wake the sun.
She brushed his tail, he held her tight,
And love took flight on wings of light.
Now legends tell of how they soared,
Two hearts as one, forever restored.
For elements fierce, when bound as true,
Could shake the heavens, make the old anew.
And in their love, the world would see,
A force of nature, wild and free.