Dragon-Kin Poem by Petra Novakova

The great wyrms of old shall never soar the skies again
Their mighty roars have been washed away by the rain
Their nightmarish shadows but a crude memory of pain

The two-winged beasts of the west covered in precious gems
Their great skulls lay forgotten, time turned them to pale bone

The four-winged beast of the east who nested in golden dens
Their sharp claws grasping nothing, time turned them to stone

The past has indeed claimed all of the dragon born,
Only their souls left bittersweet echoes in the void