A dragon atop a mountain on a cold night
Gazing wistfully at the distant stars
An immortal creature of myth
Persisting in ink and song and whispered tales
But left behind in legend
Set apart from a world that has forgotten
Alone in a vigil for those who faded
Alongside the stories that were their lifeblood
Finding refuge in isolation
Casting aside living companions
In favor of those who come when night falls
Winking bright against dark
The friends who know what it is like
To gaze down upon the earth
And watch centuries pass below
In its peaceful solitude
The dragon atop the mountain on the cold night
Is free to stretch its wings
And soar to meet the moon