In Apricot skies, where dragons dare to roam, Their graceful dance
upon the heavens' dome. Their wings, like fiery tapestries unfurled,
Illuminate the night, a mystic world.

With scales aglow, in hues of amber bright, They soar aloft, in
majestic flight. Their sinewy bodies, fluid as a stream, Gliding
through clouds as if within a dream.

Their serpentine forms, a sight to behold, As they entwine, their
tales of legends old. Their fiery breath, like stars that fiercely
burn, Enchanting all who witness their return.

With every twist and turn, they paint the air, With vibrant strokes of
magic and despair. Their symphony of echoes, raw and wild, Transcends
the mortal realm, the meek and mild.

Oh, witness now their wondrous ballet's grace, As dragons dance, a
celestial embrace. Apricot skies ablaze, their stage divine, A
masterpiece, crafted by the hands of time.

So let us marvel at this rare delight, The dragon's dance, a
breathtaking sight. In Apricot skies, they eternally roam, Guiding our
dreams to realms yet unknown.

Dragon's Dance in Apricot Skies

Morphed Dreams