Chronicle Pt. II
As the setting sun cast its golden hues across the sky, a majestic sight unfolds amidst the shifting clouds. A black dragoness, her scales shimmering with an iridescent sheen under the dying light, soars gracefully through the billowing masses. With each beat of her colossal wings, the air quivered with power, propelling her through the heavens with effortless grace.
In the heart of tempest’s roar, a dragoness did soar,
her wings spread wide, amidst the storm’s uproar.
With every bolt of streak of sun, her spirit came alive,
in nature’s fierce embrace, she found her stride.
Through tumultuous skies, she danced with grace,
each thunderous boom, a thrill she’d embrace.
Her soul sang with the winds, in harmonious flight,
feeling the power of the sky, with all her might.
The torrents and gusts, they whispered her name,
as she soared through the heavens, unbridled by claim.
In the midst of chaos, she found her serene,
in the storm’s mighty grasp, she felt supreme.
For in nature’s raw might, she found her place,
a dragoness among the storm, with elegance and grace.
With each piercing of clouds, her spirit would sing,
in the heart of the tempest, she found her wings.
Her form, sleek and sinuous, cuts through the clouds like a dark arrow, descending towards the rugged terrain below. The evening light catches the edges of her wings, casting them in a soft glow against the backdrop of the twilight sky. As she circles downwards towards the awaiting mountain, her presence commands the attention of all who witness her descent.
Amidst the swirling mist, her haunting roar echoes through the valleys, a sound both fearsome and captivating. It is a call answered by her mate and hatchlings, their voices joining in a chorus of welcome and anticipation. Their bond, forged through shared memories, resonates with an unbreakable unity.
As she draws nearer to the mountain’s craggy peaks, a sense of warmth and belonging envelops her. She knows she is returning to the safety of her lair, where her loved ones eagerly await her return. The love and acceptance she feels from her hatchlings fill her heart with a sense of contentment and purpose.
Finally, with a powerful beat of her wings, she lands gracefully upon the rocky outcrop, her movements fluid and assured. In the fading light, she shares the spoils of her hunt with her little ones, their eager eyes gleaming with excitement. And as she nuzzles and purrs an affectionate greeting to her mate, she knows that she is home, surrounded by the ones she holds most dear.