In shadows deep, where sorrow weaves,
A dragoness once curled, her heart bereaved.
Her claws, once sharp, were dulled by loss,
Her breath, once fire, turned to frost.
Her nest, now ashes, scattered far,
Her hatchlings’ cries, a haunting scar.
The winds of grief had torn her wings,
And anger’s storm had clipped her strings.
But time, relentless, wore away
The bitter night, brought forth the day.
A distant glow, a soft sunrise,
Called her to rise, to claim the skies.
With wings outstretched, she took to flight,
Through cloud and sun, through day and night.
The air, so pure, embraced her form,
The wind, a balm, so soft and warm.
Each beat of wings, a whispered prayer,
Each dive and turn, a breath of air.
Her scars, though deep, began to heal,
As she soared higher, began to feel.
The sun, it kissed her blazing scales,
The clouds, they sang their ancient tales.
Of dragons past, who’d risen high,
Who danced with stars and touched the sky.
Her pain, a shadow, yet still she flew,
For in the sky, she was made anew.
The world below, a distant dream,
As she became the sunlight’s beam.
She found her joy in boundless flight,
Her heart reborn in endless light.
For though the scars would always stay,
They could not hold her soul at bay.
She soared above the world’s cruel chain,
She danced with joy, she wept with rain.
For in the sky, she was set free,
To be the dragon she was meant to be.