When the mountains don their caps,
As the forests gain their covers,
White abounds o’er all the land,
Frost bound hills like icy brothers.
While the people rush indoors,
Fleeing the wind that outside sings,
All but one warm safe inside,
This single creature spreads its wings.
Frosty scales, and icy claws,
Silver wingtips, golden eyes,
Taking to the restless winds,
Beneath the Dragon all land lies.
Swooping in the sky’s embrace,
Wings widespread to catch the breeze,
Skimming o’er the snow cloaked fields,
Alone but for the endless freeze.
Alone above the endless snows,
The Dragon dives to the ground below,
And with a roar that shakes the skies,
Fire bursts across the snow.