Mother of Dragon

Copyright © Alexander Khuramshin, also known as AshRaven (@ashraventales). All rights reserved. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental. Characters, names, and references belong to their respective copyright holders. This work is a creative interpretation and is intended for artistic purposes only. Golden scales that shine at sunrise, Wings that sparkle in the breeze. Dancing lightly over rivers, Chasing whispers through the trees. Magic flickers on your footsteps, Dust of stars upon your tail. Where you fly, the world feels softer, Dreams take shape and fairies sail. Little one, come home, my dearest dragon, Perch upon my rooftop, tell me where you’ve been. Did you race the moon across the highest mountains? Did you hear the songs the ocean hums within? Who will light the lanterns brightly, When the evening starts to fall? Who will sing the ancient stories, Of lost kingdoms, brave and tall? Wind is calling, leaves are dancing, But the night feels far too still. Will you paint the sky with embers? Will you whisper through my sill? Little one, come home, my dearest dragon, Perch upon my rooftop, tell me where you’ve been. Did you race the moon across the highest mountains? Did you hear the songs the ocean hums within?