Where cliffs cut through the clouds in silent grace
Where winds sing ancient words across the years
He lived as shadow—without name, without a trace
Among the cold and timeless mountain tiers
For a thousand years he guarded this forsaken place
Not knowing meaning could appear so clear—
Until in the gorge, where twilight met with grace
She walked, and all the darkness disappeared
She didn’t scream, didn’t hide in fear’s embrace
Just softly said: “Don’t be afraid, I’m here.”
And in that single moment, in that fleeting space
His iron heart began to tremble, shed its steel
I am the dragon—my flame is not your foe, but home
I’ll shield you from the storms and every bitter wind
Let the whole world say we’re meant to walk alone
That love is just a myth, a whisper lost within
But I can feel it: you’re my quiet dawn
My only light across a thousand frozen years
I’ll burn away all barriers, I’ll be your wall, your shield, your strength
Just stay beside me—just stay with me
He learned to be gentle—not to burn, but warm
To fold his wings so they would never touch her skin
She brought him wildflowers, soft and sweet and calm
And he understood: eternity is not time, but this
He whispered legends that the mountains used to know
And she replied with laughter, dreams, and sleep
Her voice was earth’s own breath, alive and low
His gaze was sky that wrapped the world in deep
But people whispered: “A monster stands so near
It’ll consume us all if even one spark flies.”
And still he watched her with a quiet, steady stare
Knowing he’d gladly burn away beneath the skies—for her
I am the dragon—my flame is not your foe, but home
I’ll shield you from the storms and every bitter wind
Let the whole world say we’re meant to walk alone
That love is just a myth, a whisper lost within
But I can feel it: you’re my quiet dawn
My only light across a thousand frozen years
I’ll burn away all barriers, I’ll be your wall, your shield, your strength
Just stay beside me—just stay with me
And when the storm gathered above the mountain crown
When steel flashed sharp at the very edge of dawn
She stepped between him and the hateful, roaring sound
And said: “He’s no monster. He’s mine—and I am his.”
Then he rose up, tearing the mist apart
Not to destroy, but to protect, to shield, to guard
His wings enclosed the whole wide world and all its art
So she could live in peace, untouched by fear or scar