In shadows dark, a dragon's gaze Pierces the silence of sunlit days, Its scales like night, fierce, unkind, Yet in its eyes, a secret mind.
Below, a girl with laughter bright, Bends to gather blooms of red, Poppies whisper of hope and light, A joy that softly treads ahead.
The dragon watches, fierce and stern, A guardian of a world unlearned, Perhaps beneath its fierce disguise, A gentle heart with silent ties.
For even in the fiercest guise, A spark of innocence still lies, And in the midst of strength and might, A girl’s pure smile ignites the night.