Now when the night decends,
Now that the storm has reached its ends.
Where do the dragons go?
How can a mortal ever know?

Yet I know

They're still here
I know not where
But I feel it.

Dragons are born of sky;
Dragons are born of
   earth and fire;
Dragons are nature's eye -
Watching the efforts of Earth's people.
   In the sky now -
     the dark night sky,
   The dragons soar on high.
   They're still there now
   But quiet somehow
   Like mist across the sky.
And I know they're there,
In the evening sky -
A mist across the moon.

In the storm they came
But in the calm they remain;
A hidden reminder of power.