From shadows he flies on dragon wings
searching, the world for his mate.
With every glance his heart dies more.
Is he last? Is this his fate?

To die and never to have loved
never to touch or be embraced.
To continue he has tried
for he is the last of his race.

Atop a mountain he has flown
and one last look he takes.
But there is nothing, no one, there
even emptiness has gone.

Lifting his wings to the sky
a loud moaning roar he makes.
His heart crying out in sadness
not single route to take.

Now he knows that he has failed
is his lonely world of pain.
Ending all would be so sweet
as there is nothing more to gain.

Lowly dragon once so proud
has fallen so far from grace.
If only someone knew his heart
or the pain upon his face.

Then in the night comes a rustle
the flapping of distant wings.
Yet, at first he does not hear
he is thinking of other things.

She was searching the world over
so hard for her mate.
He cannot believe it's happening
could this truly be his fate?

She flaps her wings on the mountain
his cries of pain she heard.
And she smiles at him so sweetly
there is no need to say a word.

He enfolds her in his wings
giving her a warm embrace.
He listens to his heart sing
the survival of their race.

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