Legacy

Swift the flash of battle,
Of brilliant wings gleaming,
Bright the flame of dragons,
As Thread turns to ash.
Hear the roar of combat,
As dragons leap streaming,
Bred to take the skies with,
The red star's next pass.

Lost in time, the old ones,
No legends remaining,
Bred for us, the creatures,
Our planet sustaining.

Rare the meld of nature,
Of skill and science,
Sing the praise of those,
Who with vision did act.
Blest the skies with friends,
Who in battle would save us,
Mighty dragon friend in a
Dream turned to fact.

Lost in time, the old ones,
No legends remaining,
Bred for us, the creatures,
Our planet sustaining.

Bright the gleam of gold wings,
Of bronze wings and those blue,
Proud the sweep of brown wings,
And clever swift green.
Bright as gems the pattern,
Of aerial combat,
Masters of the skies,
Into which they now stream.

Lost in time, the old ones,
No legends remaining,
Bred for us, the creatures,
Our planet sustaining.

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