Treoris

It is true that Dream was her chosen name
Toned of body, small of frame
Stately dragon with head held high
In grace and power she rides the sky.
Is she black, is she blue
is she red or golden hue?
Turn her about and you will see
Rainbow scales are hers incredibly
Iridescent flashes and armored wings
Princess of dragons the herald sings
Beware her wrath, all who oppose her
For her fires shall burn forever.
Such is the flame within her bright.
Wound her not, or else take flight.
But true beauty within her lies,
A heart of silver to match her eyes.
Welcome her if she comes to you
And you will find faithfulness true.
Small for a dragon, though she may be,
Her inner being is as vast as the salty sea.
Hold onto the Dream, hope that she stays
And awaken the dawn of glorious days.